Shakespeare: "King John"

Act V, Sc. VII
Now my soul hath elbow-room.

Act IV, Sc. II
Make haste; the better foot before.

Act IV, Sc. II
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.

Act I, Sc. I
Lord of thy presence and no land beside.

Act V, Sc. I
Mocking the air with colours idly spread.

Act I, Sc. I
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.

Act IV, Sc. II
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Act III, Sc. IV
When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

Act III, Sc. IV
And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

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

Act II, Sc. I
I would that I were low laid in my grave:
I am not worth this coil that 's made for me.

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

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