Love's Labour's Lost Quotes

ARMADO: Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy? MOTH: A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. (1.2.1-2)

KING: Our court shall be a little Academe…(1.1.1)

KING: A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain; One who the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony…(1.1.39)

ARMADO: Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. (1.2.92)

BEROWNE: But there are other strict observances, As: not to see a woman in that term, Which I hope well is not enrolled there; (1.1.4)

DUMAIN: The grosser manner of these world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves…(1.1.3)

KING: You three, Berowne, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me My fellow-scholars…(1.1.1)

BEROWNE: [Reads] 'Item. That no woman shall come within a mile of my court'- Hath this been proclaimed? LONGAVILLE: Four days ago. BEROWNE: Let's see the penalty. [Reads] '-on pain of losing her to...

BEROWNE: The spring is near, when green geese are a-breeding. (1.1.18)

KING: When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. (1.1.1)