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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Troilut and Creuida. Act iii. W. 3.

And give to dust that is a little gilt

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. ihid.

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

Be shook to air. Ihid.

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.

Act iv. Se. 5.

The end crowns all. Ibid.

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.1 Coriolanus. Act ii. Se. 1.

Many-headed multitude. Act ii. Sc. 3.

I thank you for your voices : thank you: Your most sweet voiees. ihid.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Act iii. So, 1.

His nature is too noble for the world:

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

Or Jove for 's power to thunder. Ibid.

Serv. Where dwellest thou?

Cor. Under the canopy. Aet iv. Sc. 5.

A name unmusical to the Volseians' ears,

And harsh in sound to thine. lhid.

Chaste as the ieiele That's eurdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. Act v. Sc. 3.

1 See Richard Lovelace. Page 172.

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there,

That, like an eagle in a dove-eote, I

Fluttered your Volseians in Corioli:

Alone I did it. Boy! Corioianus. Act v. Sc. 6.1

Sweet merey is nobility's true badge.

Titus Andronieus. Aet i. Sr. 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be wooed;

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; and easy it is

Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. Act ii. Se. 1.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing. Act iv. Se. 4.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Se. l. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. 1hid.

An hour before the worshipped sun Peered forth the golden window of the east. lhid.

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. lhid.

Saint-sedueing gold. Ibid.

He that is strueken blind cannot forget

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. feid.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Act i. Sc. 2.

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,

That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Act i. So, 3.

For I am proverhed with a grandsire phrase. Act i. Sc. 4.

1 Act v. Sc. 5, Singer, Knight.

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. Ibid.

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. Jbid.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. Jbid.

For you and I are past our dancing days. Act i. Sc. 5.

It seems she hangs: upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Ibid.

Shall have the chinks. Ibid.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Ibid.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!

Ah ii. Sc. l.
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. Act ii. Sc. 2-»

1 'Her beauty hangs,' Dyce, Knight, White.

2 Act ii. Sc. 1, White.

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. 2.1

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? lhid.1

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet. 1hid.1

For stony limits eannot hold love out. lhid.1

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

Than twenty of their swords. lhid.1

At lovers' perjuries,2 They say, Jove laughs. 1hid.1

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these frnit-tree tops —

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her eireled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. lhid.1

The god of my idolatry. lhid.1

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,

Ere one can say, 'It lightens' lhid.1

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. lhid.1

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest musie to attending ears! lhid.1

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. lhid.1

1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White.
* Perjuria ridet amantum
Jupiter. Tihullus, Lih. iii. El. 6, Line 49.

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 strained 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. Ibid.

Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. Ibid.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The courageous captain of compliments. Ibid.

One, two, and the third in your bosom. Ibid.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Ibid.

I am the very pink of courtesy. ibid.

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. Ibid.

My man 's as true as steel.1 Ibid.

These violent delights have violent ends. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Ibid.

Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. Ibid.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. Act iii. Sc. 1.

1 'true as steel,' Chaucer, TroHui and Creieidc, Book v.; Shakespeare, Troilut and Crettida, Act iii. Sc. 2.

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