Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
You two are book-men.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Dictynna, goodman Dull.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.