"Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtime's harbinger, With harebells dim."

"Tis pitty Love should be so tyrannous."

"Once, he kissed me. I loved my lips the better ten days after: Would he would do so every day!"

"To marry him is hopeless; To be his whore is witless. Out upon't! What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteen once has found us?"

"By him, like a shadow I'l ever dwell."

"O Great Corrector of enormous times, Of dustie, and old tytles, that healst with blood The earth when it is sicke, and curst the world O'th pluresie of people;"

"Emilia: Of all flowers, Methinks a rose is best. Woman: Why, gentle madam? Emilia: It is the very emblem of a maid. For when the west wind courts her gently How modestly she blows, and paints the sun With her chaste blushes! When the north comes near her, Rude and impatient, then, like chastity, She locks her beauties in her bud again, And leaves him to base briars."

"I to the world am like a drop of water That in the Ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, (Unseen, inquisitive) confounds himself."

"Every why hath a wherefore."

"The pleasing punishment that women bear."

"Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast."

"Be quiet, people;"

"A hungry lean-fac'd villain, A mere anatomy."

"Let’s go hand in hand, not one before another."

"Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil."

"Your town is troubled with unruly boys."

"I am an Asse indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my Nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep, raised with it when I sit, driven out of doors with it when I go from home, welcomed home with it when I return, nay, I bear it on my shoulders as a beggar wont her brat; and I think when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door."

"A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man."

"No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip; she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her."

"A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; But, were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain."

"He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, Stigmatical in making, worse in mind."

"This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go; they say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death."

"Think of that, master Brook."

"A man of my kidney."

"Why, woman, your husband is in his old lines again; he so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails against all married mankind; so curses all Eve’s daughters, of what complexion soever."

"‘That unlettered small-knowing soul.’"

"Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!"

"A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!"

"‘A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.’"

"One whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony."

"About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper."

"The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now ’tis not to be found."

"At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled shows; But like of each thing that in season grows."

"Biron: Study is like the heaven’s glorious sun, That will not be deep-search’d with saucy looks: 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 fixèd star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. King: How well he’s read, to reason against reading!"

"So study evermore is overshot: While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should; And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, ’Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost."

"Or having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it, and not break my troth."

"Biron: What is the end of study? let me know. King: Why, that to know, which else we should not know. Biron: Things hid and barr’d, you mean, from common sense? King: Ay, that is study’s god-like recompense."

"Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes."

"A man in all the world’s new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain."

"The rational hind Costard."

"I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet."

"Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust."

"By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy."

"Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard."

"With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave; thou shall not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins."

"Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art."

"Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits."

"Come on, then; I will swear to study so, To know the thing I am forbid to know: As thus,—to study where I well may dine, When I to feast expressly am forbid; Or study where to meet some mistress fine, When mistresses from common sense are hid."

"Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, Is jollity for apes and grief for boys."