Obrazy na stronie

Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit

At You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Ibid.

Too much of a good thing. ibid.

For ever and a day. ibid.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Ibid.

Chewing the food1 of sweet and bitter fancy.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

It is meat and drink to me. Act v. Sc. l.

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Ibid.

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.

Act v. Sc. 2.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! ibid.

An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. 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. Ibid.

Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.


Good wine needs no bush. Epilogue.

l 'J Dyce, Staunton.

Let the world slide. The Taming of the Shrew. lndue. Sc. 1.

I 'll not budge an inch. Ibid.

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. lndue. Se. 2.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;

In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Act i. Sc. 1.

There's small ehoiee in rotten apples. lhid.

Why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

Aet i. Se. 2.

Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. ihid.

And do as adversaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. feid.

Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure.

Aet iii. Se. 2.

And thereby hangs a tale.1 Act W. Sc. l.

My cake is dough. Act v. Se. 1.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. Act v. Sc. 2.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,

Even such a woman oweth to her husband. Ibid.

'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. Se. 1.

The hind that would be mated by the lion

Must die for love. lhid.

1 Othello, Act iii. Se. 1; Merry Wives of Windsor, Act i. Sc. 4; As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heaven.

All's Well that Ends Well. Aet i. Se. 1.

Service is no heritage. Act i. Se. 3.

He must needs go that the devil drives. lhid.

My friends were poor but honest. ihid.

Oft expectation fails and most oft there

Where most it promises. Aet ii. Se. 1.

I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught.

Act ii. Se. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed. Act ii. Se. 3.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. Aetiv.Se.3.

Whose words all ears took eaptive. Act v. Sc. 3.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Ibid.

The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. ihid.

All impediments in faney's course Are motives of more fancy. /uy.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. 1hid.

If musie 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,1
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Twelfth Night. Act i. So, 1.
i 'Like the sweet south,' Dyce and Singer.

I am sure care 's an enemy to life.

Twelfth Night. Aet i. Sc. 8.

At my fingers' ends. lhid.

Wherefore are these things hid? lhid.

Is it a world to hide virtues in? Ibid.

'T is beauty truly hlent, whose red and white

Nature's own sweet and eunning hand laid on:

Lady, you are the eruell'st she alive

If you will lead these graces to the grave

And leave the world no copy. Aet i. Sc. 5.

Halloo your name to the reverherate hills

And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out. lhid.

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know. Aet ii. Sc. 3.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. lhid.

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. lhid.

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. lhid.

These most brisk and giddy-paeed times. Act ii. Se. 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. lhid.

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. Ibid.

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, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Ibid.

I am all the daughters of my father's house,

And all the brothers too. Ibid.

An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

Act ii. Sc. 5.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Ibid.

The trick of singularity. Ibid.

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

In the contempt and anger of his lip! Act Hi. Sc. 1.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.


Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This is very midsummer madness. Act iii, Sc. 4.

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