Act iii. Sc. 4.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
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.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
KING RICHARD II.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Oh, 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?