"A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a."

The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"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 Phoebus 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.

"When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that."

The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

"I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true."

The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

"To unpathed waters, undreamed shores."

The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

"Lord of thy presence and no land beside."

King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

"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.

"For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation."

King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth."

King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

"For courage mounteth with occasion."

King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!"

King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad."

King John. Act ii. Sc. 2.

"I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop."

King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it."

King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"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.

"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.

"That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions."

King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form."

King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."

King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye."

King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"And he that stands upon a slippery place. Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up."

King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"How now, foolish rheum!"

King John. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess."

King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse."

King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"We cannot hold mortality's strong hand."

King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"Make haste; the better foot before."

King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news."

King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"Another lean unwashed artificer."

King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done!"

King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"Mocking the air with colours idly spread."

King John. Act v. Sc. 1.

"'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest."

King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

"Now my soul hath elbow-room."

King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

"This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror."

King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

"Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true."

King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

"Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster."

King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.

"In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire."

King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.

"The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet."

King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

"Truth hath a quiet breast."

King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

"All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens."

King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

"O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse."

King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

"The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony."

King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past."

King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England."

King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"The ripest fruit first falls."

King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor."

King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.

"Eating the bitter bread of banishment."

King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines."

King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.