The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [53]
Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [57]
I shall ne’er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [59]
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. 1
I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [12]
Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i’ the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [38]
I’ll go to sleep if I can; if I cannot, I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [60]
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot:
And thereby hangs a tale.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 26
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 30
O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier,
And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,—
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage,—he hath strange places crammed
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.