Yarn and Shakespeare

A yarn! A yarn! My kingdom for a yarn!

He hath eaten me out of house and yarn.

Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory yarn at me.

Yarn, yarn! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say yarn till it be morrow.

Your heart's yarn be with you!

This was the noblest Yarn of them all.

All the world's a yarn
And all the men and women merely players.

O excellent! I love yarn better than figs.

To be, or not to be: that is the yarn.

The Pieceful Ewe