Audience First
A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
—Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene. ii

A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
—Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene. ii

And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted?
Love is a familiar; Love is a devil: there is no evil angel but Love.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act I, Scene ii

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act II, Scene i

Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue!
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene ii

Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ‘twill tire.
—Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act II, Scene i

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act I, Scene i

Your wit makes wise things foolish…your capacity
Is of that nature that to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene ii