Rambling Talker
His reasons are as two grains of wheat
hid in two bushels of chaff:
you shall seek all day ere you find them,
and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
–Merchant of Venice,
Act I, Scene i
His reasons are as two grains of wheat
hid in two bushels of chaff:
you shall seek all day ere you find them,
and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
–Merchant of Venice,
Act I, Scene i

A hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A dead-looking man.
-Comedy of Errors,
Act V, Scene i

Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
-Henry VI Part 1,
Act I, Scene iii

Thou sodden-witted lord!
Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
-Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i

Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver’d boy.
-Macbeth,
Act V, Scene iii

Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
-Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iv

Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
-Henry VI Part 1,
Act II, Scene iv