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William Shakespeare
Knowing I loved...
Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me,
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my...
. . ....
. . . We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a...
The rarer action...
The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance.
Source: The Tempest, V. i....
How camest thou...
How camest thou in this pickle?
Source: The Tempest, V. i. (281).
-- William...
When they will...
When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead...
My library<br>Was dukedom...
My library
Was dukedom large enough.
Source: The Tempest, I. ii. (109).
--...
Flout 'em, and...
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em;
Thought is free.
Source:...
He's winding up...
He's winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.
Source: Sebastian,...
Misery acquaints a...
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Source: The Tempest, II. ii....
They'll take suggestion...
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk.
Source: The Tempest, II. i....
Men shut their...
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Source: Timon of Athens, I. ii....
You fools of...
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies.
Source: Timon of Athens,...
A thousand moral...
A thousand moral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's
More pregnantly than...
Our poesy is...
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourished.
Source: Timon of...
He that loves...
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Source: Timon of Athens,...
We have seen...
We have seen better days.
Source: Timon of Athens, IV. ii. (27).
-- William...
I would I...
I would I could not think it: that thought is bounty's foe;
Being free itself, it thinks all others...
Being of no...
Being of no power to make his wishes good:
His promises fly so beyond his state
That what he speaks is all in...
You undergo too...
You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took such pains as if...
For bounty, that...
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed,
Rich, only to be...