| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | What 's gone and what 's past help Should be past grief. -The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty, violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath, pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady Most incident to maids, bold oxlips and The crown imperial, lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Lord of thy presence and no land beside. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter, For new-made honour doth forget men's names. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | For courage mounteth with occasion. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | I would that I were low laid in my grave, I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she, And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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