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I think him so, because I think him so. Act i.
O. how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day! Act i.
She is mine own,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Act ii.
He makes sweet music with th’ enamelled stones,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. Act ii.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Act iii.
Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
A man I am, crossed with adversity. _ Aa iv.
Is she not passing fair? Act iv.
How use doth breed a habit in a man! Act v.
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i.
All his successors gone before him have done ’t all his ancestors that come after him may.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. 1 Act iv. Sc. 2, Dyce.
Seven hundred pounds and possihilities is good gifts.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Aet i. Se. 1.
Mine host of the Garter. Ibid.
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. ihid.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better aequaintanee, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt. lhid.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?
Act i. Se. 3.
'Convey,' the wise it eall. 'Steal!' foh! a fieo for the phrase! Ibid.
Sail like my pinnaee to these golden shores. lhid.
Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Thou art the Mars of maleontents. Ibid.
Here will he an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. Act i. Se. 4.
We burn daylight. Act ii. Se. 1.
There 's the humour of it. Ibid.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Ibid.
Why, then the world 's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open. Act ii. Se. 2.
This is the short and the long of it. feid.
unless experience be a jewel. Ibid.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. lhid. We have some salt of our youth in us.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Se. 3.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. Aet iii. Sc. 2.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket ! Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults
Act iii. Sc. 4. Happy man be his dole! Ibid.
I have a kind of alaerity in sinking. Aet iii. Se. 5.
As good luck would have it. Ibid.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. lhid.
A man of my kidney. nu.
Think of that, Master Brook. Ibid.
In his old lunes again. Act iv. Sc. 2.
There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Act v. Se. 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 touched 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. Se. 1. He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.
I hold you as a thing enskyed and sainted. Aet i. Se. 4.i
A man whose blood Is very snow-hroth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense. lhid. 1
Our doubts are traitors
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
This will last out a night in Russia,
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truneheon, nor the judge's robe,
Beeome them with one half so good a grace
As merey does. iho.
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, whieh is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are? ihid.
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. ihid.
1 Act i. Sc. 5, White, Singer, Knight.
But man, proud man,
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
That in the captain 's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Ibid.
Our compelled sins Stand more for number than for accompt. Act ii. Sc. i.
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope. Act iii, Sc. L
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. Ibid.
Palsied eld. Ibid.
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. Ibid.
The cunning livery of hell. Ibid.
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 imprisoned in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world. Ibid.