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All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
They say miracles are past.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
All the learned and authentic fellows.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5.
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Whose words all ears took captive.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.[74:1]
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
All impediments in fancy's course
Are motives of more fancy.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
If music 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[74:2]
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
I am sure care 's an enemy to life.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
At my fingers' ends.[74:3]
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid?
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Is it a world to hide virtues in?
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
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Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out.
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you?
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
These most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 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.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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,
[76]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.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
This is very midsummer madness.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
More matter for a May morning.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I 'ld have challenged him.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[76:1]
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Out of my lean and low ability
I 'll lend you something.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]
Out of the jaws of death.[77:2]
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]
As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.
Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?
Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
For the rain it raineth every day.
Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
They say we are
Almost as like as eggs.
The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.
What 's gone and what 's past help
Should be past grief.
The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.[77:3]
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady
[78]Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.[78:1]
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea,[78:2] that you might ever do
Nothing but that.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Lord of thy presence and no land beside.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter;
For new-made honour doth forget men's names.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.
King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
For courage mounteth with occasion.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I would that I were low laid in my grave:
I am not worth this coil that 's made for me.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since
Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.[78:3]
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.
King John. Act ii. Sc. 2.[78:3]
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I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1]
Here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1]
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
That no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.[79:2]
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
And he that stands upon a slippery place.
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
How now, foolish rheum!
King John. Act iv. Sc. 1.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto
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