Delivers in such apt and gracious words Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. By my penny of observation. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that 's flat. Α very beadle to a humorous sigh. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. Dictynna, goodman Dull. Act iv. Sc. 2. Ibid. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. For where is any author in the world It adds a precious seeing to the eye. As sweet and musical Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 3. Ibid. As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; ibid. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: Ibid. 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. Ibid. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Ibid. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. They have measured many a mile, Ibid. To tread a measure with you on this grass. Act v. Sc. 2. Let me take you a button-hole lower. Ibid. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. Ibid. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Ibid. When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight. Bat earthlier happy is the rose distilled, Ibid. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. For aught that I could ever read,2 Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Ibid. 1 'earthly happier,' Singer, Staunton, Knight. 2 'ever I could read,' Dyce, Knight, Singer, White. 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; So quick bright things come to confusion. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Masters, spread yourselves. This is Ercles' vein. Ibid. Ibid. Act i. Sc. 2. Ibid. I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. Ibid. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. lbid. The human mortals. The rude sea grew civil at her song, Act ii. Sc. 1.1 And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Ibid.1 Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, Ibid.1 I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. Ibid.1 1 Act ii. Sc. 2, Singer, Knight. My heart Is true as steel. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.1 I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Ibid.1 Act iii. Sc. 1. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. Ibid. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ibid. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Act iv. Sc. 1. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Act v. Sc. 1. Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination, 1 Act ii. Sc. 2, Singer, Knight. Ibid. The true beginning of our end. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. The best in this kind are but shadows. Ibid. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Ibid. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. You have too much respect upon the world: Ibid. Ibid. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Ibid. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Ibid. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond. Ibid. I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark! Ibid. 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. 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. Ibid. Ibid. |