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(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know? (King:) What, that to know which else we should not know. (Berowne:) Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense? (King:) Ay, that is study's godlike recompense. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne & King Ferdinand at I, i) [Study] 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; Or having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i) [Oaths] Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits. - Love's Labor's Lost (Longaville at I, i) [Eating] Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity. - Love's Labor's Lost (King at I, i) [Books (First Lines) : Fame] 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. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i) [Light] Our court you know is haunted With a refined traveller of Spain, A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain; One who the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony; A man of complements, whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny. - Love's Labor's Lost (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at I, i) [Eloquence : Music] 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. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i) [Study] Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks: Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i) [Study] Therefore, brave conquerors--for so you are That war against your own affections And the huge army of the world's desires-- Our late edict shall strongly stand in force: Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be a little academe, Still and contemplative in living art. - Love's Labor's Lost (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at I, i) [Conquest] These earthly godfathers of heaven's light, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i) [Astronomy] Too much to know is to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i) [Knowledge] 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, which truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at I, i) [Delight : Pain] 'with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.' - Love's Labor's Lost (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at I, i) [Women] Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. - Love's Labor's Lost (Armado at I, ii) [Authorship] Berowne they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. - Love's Labor's Lost (Rosaline at II, i) [Merriment] Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not uttered by base sale of chapman's tongues. - Love's Labor's Lost (Princess of France at II, i) [Beauty] His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse. - Love's Labor's Lost (Rosaline at II, i) [Eloquence : Story Telling : Wit] Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course, Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf; Bold of your worthiness, we single you As our best-moving fair solicitor. - Love's Labor's Lost (Princess of France at II, i) [Law] Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at II, i) [Wit] A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watched that it may still go right! - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at III, i) [Clocks : Jewels] This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, This signor-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Sole imperator and great general Of trotting paritors--O my little heart! - Love's Labor's Lost (Berowne at III, i) [Gods] Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. - Love's Labor's Lost (Holofernes at IV, ii) [Poetry] O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! - Love's Labor's Lost (Holofernes at IV, ii) [Ignorance] Sir, 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. His intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. - Love's Labor's Lost (Nathaniel at IV, ii) [Reading] This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it. - Love's Labor's Lost (Holofernes at IV, ii) [Imagination] Displaying page 114 of 187 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 [114] 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187
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