You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights read more
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
