In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost
-- Act v, Sc. 1
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost
-- Act v, Sc. 1
Related:
- Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc.... - I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost... - They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost... - And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost... - The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost... - A high hope for a low heaven.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc.... - A very beadle to a humorous sigh.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.... - By my penny of observation.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.... - The boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc....
