All’s Well That Ends Well

— He hath persecuted time with hope; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. — When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember they friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so, farewell. — Our remedies often in ourselves do lie,Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated skyGives us free scope; only doth backward pullOur slow designs when we ourselves are dull. — By our remembrances of days foregone,Such were our faults: — Or then our faults seemed none. — Youth,…

All’s Well That Ends Well

— He hath persecuted time with hope; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. — When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember they friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so, farewell. — Our remedies often in ourselves do lie,Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated skyGives us free scope; only doth backward pullOur slow designs when we ourselves are dull. — By our remembrances of days foregone,Such were our faults: — Or then our faults seemed none. — Youth,…

As You Like It

— Hereafter, in a world better than this,I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. — Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. — Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, —The season’s difference: as the icy fangAnd churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,Which when it bites and blows upon my body,Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,This is no flattery: these are counselorsThat feelingly persuade me what I am.Sweet are the uses of adversity;Which, like the toad, ugly and venomousWears yet a precious jewel in his head;And this our life, exempt from public haunt,Finds tongues…

As You Like It

— Hereafter, in a world better than this,I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. — Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. — Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, —The season’s difference: as the icy fangAnd churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,Which when it bites and blows upon my body,Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,This is no flattery: these are counselorsThat feelingly persuade me what I am.Sweet are the uses of adversity;Which, like the toad, ugly and venomousWears yet a precious jewel in his head;And this our life, exempt from public haunt,Finds tongues…

The Merchant of Venice

— By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is a-weary of this great world. — If to do were as as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. — The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. — Some there be that shadows kiss;Such have but a shadow’s bliss — Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,Fading in music: that the comparisonMay stand more proper, my eye shall be the streamAnd wat’ry death-bed for him. — The world is still deciv’d with ornament — How many…

The Merchant of Venice

— By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is a-weary of this great world. — If to do were as as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. — The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. — Some there be that shadows kiss;Such have but a shadow’s bliss — Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,Fading in music: that the comparisonMay stand more proper, my eye shall be the streamAnd wat’ry death-bed for him. — The world is still deciv’d with ornament — How many…