| Quotes |
Topic |
| Shakespeare | Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | That unlettered small-knowing soul. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | A child of our grandmother Eve, a female, or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since, but I think now 't is not to be found. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | The rational hind Costard. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | Devise, wit, write, pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd, Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms, Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | By my penny of observation. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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