Love's Labours Lost

Love's Labours Lost, Act IV, Sc. II
You two are book-men.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. I
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. II
They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. I
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Love's Labours Lost, Act II, Sc. I
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.

Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Sc. I
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; 1
But like of each thing that in season grows.

Love's Labours Lost, Act IV, Sc. III
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; 2
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Sc. I
O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words.
I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word;
for thou art not so long by the head as
honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier
swallowed than a flap-dragon.

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