Footnotes
[40:2] See Fortescue, page [7].
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Shakespeare: Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2.
[40:4] The same in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Compare Chapman, page 35.
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i. (Sung by Evans).
[41:2] Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.—Matthew x. 16.
[41:3] See Heywood, page [16].
Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips.
Tennyson: Fatima, stanza 3.
O, withered is the garland of the war!
The soldier's pole is fallen.
Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13.
[[42]]
![[42]](#2001010581228339517_42.png.id-1686982711082529461.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.
(From the text of Clark and Wright.)
I would fain die a dry death.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
My library
Was dukedom large enough.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[43]]
![[43]](#2001010581228339517_43.png.id-6943318445756515047.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Fer. Here 's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1.
He that dies pays all debts.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
With foreheads villanous low.
The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Deeper than did ever plummet sound
I 'll drown my book.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
[[44]]
![[44]](#2001010581228339517_44.png.id-6886452630732499430.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.
I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face,[44:1] or a weathercock on a steeple.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
She is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4.
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Is she not passing fair?
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4.
How use doth breed a habit in a man![44:2]
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
[[45]]
![[45]](#2001010581228339517_45.png.id-925379940132197589.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
Mine host of the Garter.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.[45:1]
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
"Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4.
We burn daylight.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
There 's the humour of it.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Why, then the world 's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
This is the short and the long of it.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Unless experience be a jewel.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.
[[46]]
![[46]](#2001010581228339517_46.png.id-3836136664548739065.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.[46:1]
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Happy man be his dole!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
As good luck would have it.[46:2]
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
A man of my kidney.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Think of that, Master Brook.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
In his old lunes again.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.
Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.
[[47]]
![[47]](#2001010581228339517_47.png.id-373143429006411389.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.[47:1]
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
He arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.[47:2]
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are?
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
[[48]]
![[48]](#2001010581228339517_48.png.id-6790553282069449885.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he 's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
That in the captain 's but a choleric word
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Our compell'd sins
Stand more for number than for accompt.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Palsied eld.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The cunning livery of hell.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
[[49]]
![[49]](#2001010581228339517_49.png.id-4423905443611991399.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[49:1]
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49:2]
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[49:3]
Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
We would, and we would not.
Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
[[50]]
![[50]](#2001010581228339517_50.png.id-3565484756331774187.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.
The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Every why hath a wherefore.[50:1]
The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.
The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.
The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another.
The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
A very valiant trencher-man.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
There 's a skirmish of wit between them.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
The gentleman is not in your books.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
Benedick the married man.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He is of a very melancholy disposition.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
As merry as the day is long.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
[[51]]
![[51]](#2001010581228339517_51.png.id-6591588904732008128.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Speak low if you speak love.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,—
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Sits the wind in that corner?
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot,[51:1] he is all mirth.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Are you good men and true?
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The most senseless and fit man.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
[[52]]
![[52]](#2001010581228339517_52.png.id-731276703085687409.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
You shall comprehend all vagrom men.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
2 Watch. How if a' will not stand?
Dogb. Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I know that Deformed.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Comparisons are odorous.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do!
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I never tempted her with word too large,
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
[[53]]
![[53]](#2001010581228339517_53.png.id-771575608119330051.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
For it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life,
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life
Into the eye and prospect of his soul.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
The eftest way.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Flat burglary as ever was committed.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Condemned into everlasting redemption.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass!
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Patch grief with proverbs.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Charm ache with air, and agony with words.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
'T is all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
[[54]]
![[54]](#2001010581228339517_54.png.id-4835394315610923628.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Some of us will smart for it.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
I was not born under a rhyming planet.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.
Done to death by slanderous tongues.
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;[54:1]
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A high hope for a low heaven.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
That unlettered small-knowing soul.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
The rational hind Costard.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[55]]
![[55]](#2001010581228339517_55.png.id-6837247822553339001.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Delivers in such apt and gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
By my penny of observation.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A buck of the first head.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
You two are book-men.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Dictynna, goodman Dull.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
[[56]]
![[56]](#2001010581228339517_56.png.id-783350696111471524.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[56:1]
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
Let me take you a button-hole lower.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
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. Sc. 2.
When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
[[57]]
![[57]](#2001010581228339517_57.png.id-4834118283775336709.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn[57:1]
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
For aught that I could ever read,[57:2]
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
Masters, spread yourselves.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
This is Ercles' vein.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
I am slow of study.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
That would hang us, every mother's son.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
The human mortals.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[57:3]
The rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
[[58]]
![[58]](#2001010581228339517_58.png.id-4197609074668862045.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[58:1]
I 'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.[58:2]
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
My heart
Is true as steel.[58:3]
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[58:4]
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen,[58:5] man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.
[[59]]
![[59]](#2001010581228339517_59.png.id-4515897934192368385.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
For never anything can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
The true beginning of our end.[59:1]
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
The best in this kind are but shadows.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
[[60]]
![[60]](#2001010581228339517_60.png.id-938104312769749194.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,—
A stage, where every man must play a part;
And mine a sad one.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
I do know of these
That therefore only are reputed wise
For saying nothing.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Fish not, with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. 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.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight
The selfsame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both,
I oft found both.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.[60:1]
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[61]]
![[61]](#2001010581228339517_61.png.id-7275909646210517983.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
He doth nothing but talk of his horse.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
I dote on his very absence.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whispering humbleness.
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
For when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[62]]
![[62]](#2001010581228339517_62.png.id-3922044077833044919.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
O Father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others!
The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The very staff of my age, my very prop.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
An honest exceeding poor man.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
In the twinkling of an eye.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.
All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Must I hold a candle to my shames?
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
All that glisters is not gold.[62:1]
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Even in the force and road of casualty.
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.
[[63]]
![[63]](#2001010581228339517_63.png.id-4394501869891869011.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.[63:1]
The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Makes a swan-like end,
Fading in music.[63:2]
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, Reply.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being season'd with a gracious voice
Obscures the show of evil?
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue in his outward parts.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[64]]
![[64]](#2001010581228339517_64.png.id-1420321256405779914.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn.[64:1]
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper!
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The kindest man,
The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.[64:2]
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Let it serve for table-talk.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5.
A harmless necessary cat.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
Drops earliest to the ground.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
[[65]]When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
![[65]](#2001010581228339517_65.png.id-1321399870534496595.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Is it so nominated in the bond?[65:1]
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is not in the bond.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Speak me fair in death.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
An upright judge, a learned judge!
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
You take my house when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life
When you do take the means whereby I live.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
[[66]]
![[66]](#2001010581228339517_66.png.id-1823845609461979439.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise and true perfection!
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
This night methinks is but the daylight sick.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
These blessed candles of the night.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Of starved people.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
We will answer all things faithfully.
The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Your heart's desires be with you!
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
One out of suits with fortune.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Cel. Not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have.
As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[67]]
![[67]](#2001010581228339517_67.png.id-6499901993504323448.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much."
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
O, good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.
I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
[[68]]
![[68]](#2001010581228339517_68.png.id-2420234665282858806.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:
Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.[68:1]
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Motley 's the only wear.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
The "why" is plain as way to parish church.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days,
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
If ever sat at any good man's feast.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
True is it that we have seen better days.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
[[69]]
![[69]](#2001010581228339517_69.png.id-9146740418386798750.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And wiped our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
All the world 's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.[69:1]
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
[[70]]
![[70]](#2001010581228339517_70.png.id-7980593158427454118.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
This is the very false gallop of verses.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Let us make an honourable retreat.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
With bag and baggage.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Answer me in one word.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Neither rhyme nor reason.[70:1]
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would the gods had made thee poetical.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Down on your knees,
And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I have gained my experience.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
[[71]]
![[71]](#2001010581228339517_71.png.id-1180286397182994037.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.
As You Like it. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I 'll warrant him heart-whole.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Good orators, when they are out, they will spit.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?[71:1]
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
For ever and a day.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Chewing the food[71:2] of sweet and bitter fancy.
As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.
It is meat and drink to me.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
"So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
[[72]]
![[72]](#2001010581228339517_72.png.id-4953311957027381487.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
The Retort Courteous; . . . the Quip Modest; . . . the Reply Churlish; . . . the Reproof Valiant; . . . the Countercheck Quarrelsome; . . . the Lie with Circumstance; . . . the Lie Direct.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Good wine needs no bush.[72:1]
As You Like It. Epilogue.
What a case am I in.
As You Like It. Epilogue.
Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
Let the world slide.[72:2]
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
I 'll not budge an inch.
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 2.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.
There 's small choice in rotten apples.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
And do as adversaries do in law,—
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.[72:3]
The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[73]]
![[73]](#2001010581228339517_73.png.id-1209346535625634386.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And thereby hangs a tale.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1.
My cake is dough.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,—
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.
'T were all one
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
Service is no heritage.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.
He must needs go that the devil drives.[73:1]
All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.
My friends were poor but honest.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
They say miracles are past.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
All the learned and authentic fellows.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5.
[[74]]
![[74]](#2001010581228339517_74.png.id-8757503090875560139.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Whose words all ears took captive.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.[74:1]
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
All impediments in fancy's course
Are motives of more fancy.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound[74:2]
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
I am sure care 's an enemy to life.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
At my fingers' ends.[74:3]
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid?
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Is it a world to hide virtues in?
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
[[75]]
![[75]](#2001010581228339517_75.png.id-9057062759686130382.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you?
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
These most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Duke. And what 's her history?
Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
[[76]]Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
![[76]](#2001010581228339517_76.png.id-5577627969911587509.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
This is very midsummer madness.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
More matter for a May morning.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I 'ld have challenged him.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[76:1]
[[77]]
![[77]](#2001010581228339517_77.png.id-1450159916495169030.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Out of my lean and low ability
I 'll lend you something.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]
Out of the jaws of death.[77:2]
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]
As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.
Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?
Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
For the rain it raineth every day.
Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
They say we are
Almost as like as eggs.
The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.
What 's gone and what 's past help
Should be past grief.
The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.[77:3]
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady
[[78]]Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
![[78]](#2001010581228339517_78.png.id-4902491136050837799.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.[78:1]
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea,[78:2] that you might ever do
Nothing but that.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Lord of thy presence and no land beside.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter;
For new-made honour doth forget men's names.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
For courage mounteth with occasion.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I would that I were low laid in my grave:
I am not worth this coil that 's made for me.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since
Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.[78:3]
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 2.[78:3]
[[79]]
![[79]](#2001010581228339517_79.png.id-120233100654710941.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1]
Here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1]
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
That no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.[79:2]
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
And he that stands upon a slippery place.
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
How now, foolish rheum!
King John. Act iv. Sc. 1.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
[[80]]
![[80]](#2001010581228339517_80.png.id-5824816270774376351.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.[80:1]
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Make haste; the better foot before.
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news.
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Another lean unwashed artificer.
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Make deeds ill done!
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Mocking the air with colours idly spread.
King John. Act v. Sc. 1.
'T is strange that death should sing.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,[80:2]
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Now my soul hath elbow-room.
King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.
King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.
In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Truth hath a quiet breast.
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[81]]
![[81]](#2001010581228339517_81.png.id-1011166450343813259.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
The tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony.
King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The ripest fruit first falls.
King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.
King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Eating the bitter bread of banishment.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return!
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[82]]
![[82]](#2001010581228339517_82.png.id-7536939492697724084.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall—and farewell king!
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A mockery king of snow.
King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious.
King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2.
As for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.[82:1]
King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
In those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Old father antic the law.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[83]]
![[83]](#2001010581228339517_83.png.id-8085963756921477601.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
He will give the devil his due.[83:1]
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner,
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took 't away again.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
God save the mark.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[84]]
![[84]](#2001010581228339517_84.png.id-8578703337946279337.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The blood more stirs
To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
I know a trick worth two of that.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Brain him with his lady's fan.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A plague of all cowards, I say.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me—
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
[[85]]
![[85]](#2001010581228339517_85.png.id-7719128969057115083.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I was now a coward on instinct.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
In King Cambyses' vein.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Play out the play.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am not in the roll of common men.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil![85:1]
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
[[86]]
![[86]](#2001010581228339517_86.png.id-6726687405731174714.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Exceedingly well read.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A good mouth-filling oath.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Rob me the exchequer.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
That daffed the world aside,
And bid it pass.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
All plumed like estridges that with the wind
Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat: nay, and the [[87]]villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves.
![[87]](#2001010581228339517_87.png.id-1866212647606487034.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2.
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[87:1]
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2.
I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
This earth that bears thee dead
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
I could have better spared a better man.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
The better part of valour is discretion.[87:2]
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
[[88]]
![[88]](#2001010581228339517_88.png.id-8711026766964597248.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
A rascally yea-forsooth knave.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
We that are in the vaward of our youth.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Who lined himself with hope,
Eating the air on promise of supply.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection.[88:1]
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[89]]
![[89]](#2001010581228339517_89.png.id-6827051396123703915.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.
A poor lone woman.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I 'll tickle your catastrophe.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Let the end try the man.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Aggravate your choler.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4.
O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
With all appliances and means to boot.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,—which is an excellent thing.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Most forcible Feeble.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[90]]
![[90]](#2001010581228339517_90.png.id-6700975991693387793.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
We have heard the chimes at midnight.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A man can die but once.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We are ready to try our fortunes
To the last man.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 3.
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.[90:1]
Commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.[90:1]
A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 1.
His cares are now all ended.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2.
Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.[90:2]
King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.
A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.
Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die!
King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!
King Henry V. Prologue.
Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
[[91]]
![[91]](#2001010581228339517_91.png.id-6849234994897759239.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still.
King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Base is the slave that pays.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Even at the turning o' the tide.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As cold as any stone.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start.
King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Men of few words are the best men.
King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I thought upon one pair of English legs
Did march three Frenchmen.
King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6.
You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 7.[91:1]
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch;
[[92]]Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
![[92]](#2001010581228339517_92.png.id-6939881368404416444.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Each battle sees the other's umbered face;
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,[92:1]
Give dreadful note of preparation.
King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Who with a body filled and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth[92:2] as household words,—
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,—
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth; . . . and there is salmons in both.
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7.
[[93]]
![[93]](#2001010581228339517_93.png.id-4747881073959602527.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England!
King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.
By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear.
King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.
All hell shall stir for this.
King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.
If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows.
King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Halcyon days.
King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
Between two blades, which bears the better temper;
Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,—
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Delays have dangerous ends.[93:1]
King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
King Henry VI. Part I. Act v. Sc. 3.
Main chance.[93:2]
King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.[93:3]
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
[[94]]
![[94]](#2001010581228339517_94.png.id-5437910115982724449.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.[94:1]
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He dies, and makes no sign.
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer.
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man?
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it.
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 7.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy!
King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.
[[95]]
![[95]](#2001010581228339517_95.png.id-1498487436067257019.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Warwick, peace,
Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3.
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
King Henry VI. Part III. Act iv. Sc. 8.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,—
[[96]]Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
![[96]](#2001010581228339517_96.png.id-4061436665730925229.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
Framed in the prodigality of nature.
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.[96:1]
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of[96:2] holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.
King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
A parlous boy.
King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.
[[97]]
![[97]](#2001010581228339517_97.png.id-2451529342378925140.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.[97:1]
King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Off with his head![97:2]
King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down.
King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Even in the afternoon of her best days.
King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.
King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.
King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Tetchy and wayward.
King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
The king's name is a tower of strength.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
[[98]]
![[98]](#2001010581228339517_98.png.id-6548660212698595165.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
A thing devised by the enemy.[98:1]
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die:
I think there be six Richmonds in the field.
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.
Order gave each thing view.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
No man's pie is freed
From his ambitious finger.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake
That virtue must go through.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2.
The mirror of all courtesy.
King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This bold bad man.[98:2]
King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2.
'T is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.
'T is well said again,
And 't is a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[99]]
![[99]](#2001010581228339517_99.png.id-3028601719764641364.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness;
And from that full meridian of my glory
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Press not a falling man too far!
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A load would sink a navy.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And sleep in dull cold marble.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[100]]
![[100]](#2001010581228339517_100.png.id-8840213369668394320.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A royal train, believe me.
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Give him a little earth for charity!
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach.
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.[100:1]
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
[[101]]
![[101]](#2001010581228339517_101.png.id-6451721569434243951.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely.
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.
'T is a cruelty
To load a falling man.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1]
You were ever good at sudden commendations.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1]
I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:2]
They are too thin and bare to hide offences.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1]
Those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.[101:2]
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.
I have had my labour for my travail.[101:3]
Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.
[[102]]
![[102]](#2001010581228339517_102.png.id-6253141471930532689.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy.[102:1]
Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come.
Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
Modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.
Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance.
Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3.
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And give to dust that is a little gilt
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
His heart and hand both open and both free;
For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.
Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[103]]
![[103]](#2001010581228339517_103.png.id-1729253624115425035.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.[103:1]
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Many-headed multitude.[103:2]
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I thank you for your voices: thank you:
Your most sweet voices.
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
His absolute "shall"?
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Enough, with over-measure.
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for 's power to thunder.
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war.
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Serv. Where dwellest thou?
Cor. Under the canopy.
Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.
Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Chaste as the icicle
That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple.
Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.
If you have writ your annals true, 't is there
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. Boy!
Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6.[103:3]
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[104]]
![[104]](#2001010581228339517_104.png.id-3255525712571496584.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of;[104:1] and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
Titus Andronicus. Act iv. Sc. 4.
The weakest goes to the wall.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.
Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.
An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.
As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.
Saint-seducing gold.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.[104:2]
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 2.
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 3.
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you!
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.
[[105]]
![[105]](#2001010581228339517_105.png.id-8535091251584537756.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.
For you and I are past our dancing days.[105:1]
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.
It seems she hangs[105:2] upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Shall have the chinks.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 1.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:3]
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]
What 's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]
For stony limits cannot hold love out.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]
[[106]]
![[106]](#2001010581228339517_106.png.id-2348195045892429104.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.[106:1]
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]
The god of my idolatry.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say, "It lightens."
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The courageous captain of complements.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.
[[107]]
![[107]](#2001010581228339517_107.png.id-3394221201668448284.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
One, two, and the third in your bosom.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.
O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am the very pink of courtesy.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.
My man 's as true as steel.[107:1]
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A word and a blow.[107:2]
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A plague o' both your houses!
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[108]]
![[108]](#2001010581228339517_108.png.id-6235117191899751907.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The damned use that word in hell.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.
All these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Romeo and Juliet. Act iv. Sc. 2.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
I do remember an apothecary,—
And hereabouts he dwells.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
A beggarly account of empty boxes.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Famine is in thy cheeks.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
The strength
Of twenty men.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.
Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3.
[[109]]
![[109]](#2001010581228339517_109.png.id-1621613144585933341.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3.
Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3.
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1.
Here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner,—honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond.
Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.
Every room
Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy.
Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2.
'T is lack of kindly warmth.
Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 5.
We have seen better days.
Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Are not within the leaf of pity writ.
Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3.
I 'll example you with thievery:
The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing 's a thief.
Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Life's uncertain voyage.
Timon of Athens. Act v. Sc. 1.
[[110]]
![[110]](#2001010581228339517_110.png.id-6763821695808941773.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1.
The live-long day.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1.
Beware the ides of March.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
"Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
Conjure with 'em,—
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[111]]
![[111]](#2001010581228339517_111.png.id-1837251611039435820.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
'T is a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost[111:1] round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A dish fit for the gods.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
[[112]]
![[112]](#2001010581228339517_112.png.id-1018363089526053302.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
With an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops[112:1]
That visit my sad heart.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
These things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Et tu, Brute!
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The choice and master spirits of this age.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
[[113]]
![[113]](#2001010581228339517_113.png.id-4274178750555399859.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Though last, not least in love.[113:1]
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Who is here so base that would be a bondman?
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
See what a rent the envious Casca made.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[114]]
![[114]](#2001010581228339517_114.png.id-5550339221906507855.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Great Cæsar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I only speak right on.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 2.
You yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The foremost man of all this world.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say "better"?
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts:
Dash him to pieces!
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
[[115]]
![[115]](#2001010581228339517_115.png.id-3172849437227034343.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
All his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Brutus. Then I shall see thee again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1.
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1.
O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1.
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 3.
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5.
1 W. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done,
When the battle 's lost and won.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.
Banners flout the sky.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[116]]
![[116]](#2001010581228339517_116.png.id-3586981126450873064.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Dwindle, peak, and pine.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Stands not within the prospect of belief.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
The insane root
That takes the reason prisoner.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's
In deepest consequence.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Nothing is
But what is not.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[117]]
![[117]](#2001010581228339517_117.png.id-7949170547604381650.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 't were a careless trifle.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
There 's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.
The heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.
If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
[[118]]With his surcease success; that but this blow
![[118]](#2001010581228339517_118.png.id-6212270650374279403.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118:1]
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
Nor time nor place
Did then adhere.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
Macb. If we should fail?
Lady M. We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we 'll not fail.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
[[119]]
![[119]](#2001010581228339517_119.png.id-6248554575588143714.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Memory, the warder of the brain.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
There 's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Shut up
In measureless content.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]
The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]
I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
[[120]]The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
![[120]](#2001010581228339517_120.png.id-1580299179823681857.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
Infirm of purpose!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
'T is the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
The labour we delight in physics pain.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Dire combustion and confused events
New hatch'd to the woful time.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
There 's daggers in men's smiles.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.[120:3]
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
[[121]]
![[121]](#2001010581228339517_121.png.id-4683675809684887936.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Mur. We are men, my liege.
Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on 't.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what 's done is done.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well:
Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
In them Nature's copy 's not eterne.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A deed of dreadful note.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3.
[[122]]
![[122]](#2001010581228339517_122.png.id-5644842066328662032.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The air-drawn dagger.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
A thing of custom,—'t is no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,—
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admir'd disorder.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
[[123]]
![[123]](#2001010581228339517_123.png.id-2145920988502046574.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Macb. What is the night?
L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A deed without a name.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I 'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I 'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round.[123:1]
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The weird sisters.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2.
[[124]]
![[124]](#2001010581228339517_124.png.id-3345179557392830008.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Stands Scotland where it did?
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The night is long that never finds the day.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but in their stead
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
[[125]]
![[125]](#2001010581228339517_125.png.id-1496535929289192746.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Macb. Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doct. Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane."
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
[[126]]
![[126]](#2001010581228339517_126.png.id-4056931075916370171.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
I gin to be aweary of the sun.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we 'll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6.
I bear a charmed life.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense:
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]
Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]
Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]
For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
Whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
This sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
[[127]]
![[127]](#2001010581228339517_127.png.id-9008842693997563594.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127:1] abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127:2]
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
The memory be green.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127:3]
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
The head is not more native to the heart.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems."
'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
'T is a fault to Heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
[[128]]His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
![[128]](#2001010581228339517_128.png.id-3838474430887474817.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
That it should come to this!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A little month.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Like Niobe, all tears.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A beast, that wants discourse of reason.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
It is not nor it cannot come to good.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Season your admiration for a while.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128:1]
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
[[129]]
![[129]](#2001010581228339517_129.png.id-7074476210504072919.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Ham. His beard was grizzled,—no?
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Gave it an understanding, but no tongue.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.[129:1]
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129:2] of steel.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
[[130]]
![[130]](#2001010581228339517_130.png.id-4736337952731743425.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
[[131]]Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
![[131]](#2001010581228339517_131.png.id-8390713690717893974.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous,[131:1] and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131:2]
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131:3]
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself[131:4] in ease on Lethe wharf.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
[[132]]
![[132]](#2001010581228339517_132.png.id-8603997348190834570.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Within the book and volume of my brain.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he 's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
[[133]]
![[133]](#2001010581228339517_133.png.id-6926033009670539776.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Brevity is the soul of wit.[133:1]
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
More matter, with less art.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;
And pity 't is 't is true.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Still harping on my daughter.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Pol. What do you read, my lord?
Ham. Words, words, words.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
[[134]]
![[134]](#2001010581228339517_134.png.id-3912797384533810236.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
One fair daughter and no more,
The which he loved passing well.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Come, give us a taste of your quality.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
[[135]]
![[135]](#2001010581228339517_135.png.id-5832696484906802624.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.[135:1]
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Abuses me to damn me.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The play 's the thing
Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
With devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there 's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
[[136]]With a bare bodkin? who would fardels[136:1] bear,
![[136]](#2001010581228339517_136.png.id-5356335046696786342.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am myself indifferent honest.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers!
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
[[137]]
![[137]](#2001010581228339517_137.png.id-2215794971227586622.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Not to speak it profanely.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
First Play. We have reformed that indifferently with us, sir.
Ham. O, reform it altogether.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[138]]
![[138]](#2001010581228339517_138.png.id-3992850119331932927.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.—Something too much of this.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Here 's metal more attractive.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
There 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
This is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Oph. 'T is brief, my lord.
Ham. As woman's love.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The lady doth protest[138:1] too much, methinks.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
'T is as easy as lying.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
It will discourse most eloquent music.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[139]]
![[139]](#2001010581228339517_139.png.id-8924047162705892241.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Pluck out the heart of my mystery.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that 's almost in shape of a camel?
Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed.
Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel.
Pol. It is backed like a weasel.
Ham. Or like a whale?
Pol. Very like a whale.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
They fool me to the top of my bent.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
By and by is easily said.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
'T is now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
A brother's murder.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
'T is not so above;
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
About some act
That has no relish of salvation in 't.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
[[140]]
![[140]](#2001010581228339517_140.png.id-3746911120234511767.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Dead, for a ducat, dead!
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
False as dicers' oaths.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
A rhapsody of words.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What act
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,—
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
At your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
[[141]]
![[141]](#2001010581228339517_141.png.id-7232331503125010216.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
A king of shreds and patches.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
How is 't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what 's past; avoid what is to come.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Refrain to-night,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
For 't is the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.[141:1]
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3.
[[142]]
![[142]](#2001010581228339517_142.png.id-7755499663665883891.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour 's at the stake.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
There 's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance; . . . and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
You must wear your rue with a difference. There 's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.
A very riband in the cap of youth.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.
That we would do,
We should do when we would.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.
[[143]]
![[143]](#2001010581228339517_143.png.id-4199564341899194888.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.[143:1]
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.
Nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will.
Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.
1 Clo. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
2 Clo. But is this law?
1 Clo. Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Cudgel thy brains no more about it.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Has this fellow no feeling of his business?
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
A politician, . . . one that would circumvent God.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
[[144]]
![[144]](#2001010581228339517_144.png.id-4161013051878974939.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till we find it stopping a bung-hole?
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Lay her i' the earth:
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring![144:1]
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
A ministering angel shall my sister be.[144:2]
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
[[145]]
![[145]](#2001010581228339517_145.png.id-6961777751768872431.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Nay, an thou 'lt mouth,
I 'll rant as well as thou.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
There 's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.[145:1]
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
It did me yeoman's service.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
The bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
'T is the breathing time of day with me.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes?
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
And hurt my brother.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
Now the king drinks to Hamlet.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
This fell sergeant, death,
Is strict in his arrest.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
Report me and my cause aright.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
[[146]]
![[146]](#2001010581228339517_146.png.id-2522463185100764558.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
Absent thee from felicity awhile.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
The rest is silence.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.
Although the last, not least.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.
Nothing will come of nothing.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.
Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.
I want that glib and oily art,
To speak and purpose not.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.
As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 2.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend!
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.
Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well.
King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element 's below.
King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine.
King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Necessity's sharp pinch!
King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
[[147]]
![[147]](#2001010581228339517_147.png.id-3026546021165090619.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Out-paramoured the Turk.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'T is a naughty night to swim in.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The green mantle of the standing pool.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[147:1]
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Poor Tom 's a-cold.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,—Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6.
[[148]]
![[148]](#2001010581228339517_148.png.id-2800285536270398775.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6.
I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 7.
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The worst is not
So long as we can say, "This is the worst."
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.
Nature 's above art in that respect.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.
Ay, every inch a king.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.
Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7.
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themselves throw incense.
King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.
[[149]]
![[149]](#2001010581228339517_149.png.id-5567523017387690100.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low,—an excellent thing in woman.
King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.
The bookish theoric.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.
'T is the curse of service,
Preferment goes by letter and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.
Whip me such honest knaves.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.
You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 2.
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her:
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,[149:1]
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace:
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
[[150]]Their dearest action in the tented field,
![[150]](#2001010581228339517_150.png.id-4600325937246601524.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
Her father loved me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have passed.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it:
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my travels' history;
Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to speak,—such was the process;
And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear[150:1]
Would Desdemona seriously incline.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange.
'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful;
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
[[151]]I should but teach him how to tell my story,
![[151]](#2001010581228339517_151.png.id-2415296992628992544.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
I do perceive here a divided duty.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
I saw Othello's visage in his mind.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
Put money in thy purse.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
Framed to make women false.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
For I am nothing, if not critical.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
She that was ever fair and never proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
She was a wight, if ever such wight were,—
Des. To do what?
Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
[[152]]
![[152]](#2001010581228339517_152.png.id-7419123272359080553.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Egregiously an ass.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Potations pottle-deep.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
King Stephen was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,—
With that he called the tailor lown.[152:1]
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
From her propriety.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Your name is great
In mouths of wisest censure.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Cassio, I love thee;
But never more be officer of mine.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
Cas. Ay, past all surgery.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
How poor are they that have not patience!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
[[153]]
![[153]](#2001010581228339517_153.png.id-3445811628111676907.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.[153:1]
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;
'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[153:2] loves!
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv'd.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I am declined
Into the vale of years.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
[[154]]
![[154]](#2001010581228339517_154.png.id-2191867878177455066.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others' uses.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I swear 't is better to be much abused
Than but to know 't a little.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone!
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
On horror's head horrors accumulate.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
[[155]]
![[155]](#2001010581228339517_155.png.id-6660807320706733367.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 't is of aspics' tongues!
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4.
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1.
They laugh that win.[155:1]
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1.
But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
But, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger[155:2] at!
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world!
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
[[156]]
![[156]](#2001010581228339517_156.png.id-5791144532380100094.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
'T is neither here nor there.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3.
It makes us or it mars us.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
Every way makes my gain.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
One entire and perfect chrysolite.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Every puny whipster.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
I have done the state some service, and they know 't.
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
[[157]]Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
![[157]](#2001010581228339517_157.png.id-386690323763190134.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him, thus.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1.
On the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2.
This grief is crowned with consolation.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
Where 's my serpent of old Nile?
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
A morsel for a monarch.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
My salad days,
When I was green in judgment.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Small to greater matters must give way.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3.
[[158]]
![[158]](#2001010581228339517_158.png.id-1376234791414333038.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
'T was merry when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1.
He wears the rose
Of youth upon him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13.
Men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13.
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to 't with delight.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4.
The shirt of Nessus is upon me.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12.
Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon 't.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods
Detest my baseness.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
[[159]]
![[159]](#2001010581228339517_159.png.id-2454729643489824159.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.[159:1]
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
For his bounty,
There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was
That grew the more by reaping.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
If there be, or ever were, one such,
It 's past the size of dreaming.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
I have
Immortal longings in me.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.
Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4.
Hath his bellyful of fighting.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1.
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phœbus 'gins arise,[159:2]
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some griefs are medicinable.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
[[160]]
![[160]](#2001010581228339517_160.png.id-4476810538740121458.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
So slippery that
The fear 's as bad as falling.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The game is up.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No, 't is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I have not slept one wink.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
An angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon!
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
And put
My clouted brogues from off my feet.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother
When I was but your sister.
Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5.
[[161]]
![[161]](#2001010581228339517_161.png.id-6039295758129495406.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Like an arrow shot
From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark
His eye doth level at.
Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1.
3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.
Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
Venus and Adonis. Line 145.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Venus and Adonis. Line 1019.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
Venus and Adonis. Line 1027.
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Lucrece. Line 1006.
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
Sonnet iii.
And stretched metre of an antique song.
Sonnet xvii.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Sonnet xviii.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161:1]
After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Sonnet xxv.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Sonnet xxx.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
Sonnet xxxiii.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
Sonnet l.
[[162]]
![[162]](#2001010581228339517_162.png.id-8573907730502576317.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Sonnet lii.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Sonnet liv.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
Sonnet lv.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Sonnet lxv.
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
Sonnet lxvi.
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
Sonnet lxvi.
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Sonnet lxx.
That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,—
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sonnet lxxiii.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen—
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Sonnet lxxxi.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Sonnet lxxxvii.
Do not drop in for an after-loss.
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
Sonnet xc.
[[163]]
![[163]](#2001010581228339517_163.png.id-486781725455111119.wrap-0.html.html){kind=link}
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Sonnet xcviii.
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
Sonnet cv.
And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
Sonnet cvi.
My nature is subdu'd
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Sonnet cxi.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Sonnet cxvi.
'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
Sonnet cxxi.
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own.
Sonnet cxxi.
That full star that ushers in the even.
Sonnet cxxxii.
So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passion in his craft of will.
A Lover's Complaint. Line 120.
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear.
A Lover's Complaint. Line 288.
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
The Passionate Pilgrim. iii.
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together.
The Passionate Pilgrim. viii.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
Shakespeare's Epitaph.