Love's Labour's Lost
KING: Our court shall be a little Academe…(1.1.1)
LONGAVILLE: I am resolv'd; 'tis but a three years' fast.
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine. (1.1.2)
BEROWNE: What is the end of study, let me know.
KING: Why, that to know which else we should not know.
BEROWNE: Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? (1.1.8-10)