The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

That honour which shall bate his scythe’s keen edge,
And make us heirs of all eternity.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 1, sc. 1, l. 1
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.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven’s lights
That give a name to every fixéd star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 1, sc. 1, l. 84
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 1, sc. 1, l. 105
Assist me some extemporal god of rime, for I am sure I shall turn sonneter. Devise, wit; write,
pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 1, sc. 2, l. [192]
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter’d by base sale of chapmen’s tongues.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 2, sc. 1, l. 15
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour’s talk withal.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 2, sc. 1, l. 66
Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 2, sc. 1, l. [114]
Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 2, sc. 1, l. [119]
Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ (1595) act 3, sc. 1, l. 1
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malecontents,
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator and great general
Of trotting ’paritors: O my little heart!