Love's Labours Lost, Act III, Sc. I
By my penny of observation.
Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. I
A high hope for a low heaven.
Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. I
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. I
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Love's Labours Lost, Act II, Sc. I
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. II
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found.
Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. II
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
Love's Labours Lost, Act IV, Sc. II
He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.
Love's Labours Lost, Act IV, Sc. III
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.
Love's Labours Lost, Act IV, Sc. II
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.

