Shakespeare: Loves Labours Lost

Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. I
That unlettered small-knowing soul.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. II
Let me take you a button-hole lower.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. I
Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.

Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. I
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

Love's Labours Lost, Act IV, Sc. II
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Love's Labours Lost, Act III, Sc. I
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. II
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. I
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. I
Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

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