| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. -Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | I thank you for your voices, thank you, Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute "shall"? -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | His nature is too noble for the world, He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | -Serv. |
| William Shakespeare | A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | He that dies pays all debts. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
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