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Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him, thus.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1.
On the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2.
This grief is crowned with consolation.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
Where 's my serpent of old Nile?
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
A morsel for a monarch.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
My salad days,
When I was green in judgment.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Small to greater matters must give way.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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'T was merry when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1.
He wears the rose
Of youth upon him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13.
Men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13.
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to 't with delight.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4.
The shirt of Nessus is upon me.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12.
Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon 't.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods
Detest my baseness.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
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O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.[159:1]
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
For his bounty,
There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was
That grew the more by reaping.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
If there be, or ever were, one such,
It 's past the size of dreaming.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
I have
Immortal longings in me.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.
Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4.
Hath his bellyful of fighting.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1.
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phœbus 'gins arise,[159:2]
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some griefs are medicinable.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
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So slippery that
The fear 's as bad as falling.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The game is up.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No, 't is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I have not slept one wink.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
An angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon!
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
And put
My clouted brogues from off my feet.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother
When I was but your sister.
Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5.
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Like an arrow shot
From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark
His eye doth level at.
Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1.
3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.
Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
Venus and Adonis. Line 145.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Venus and Adonis. Line 1019.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
Venus and Adonis. Line 1027.
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Lucrece. Line 1006.
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
Sonnet iii.
And stretched metre of an antique song.
Sonnet xvii.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Sonnet xviii.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161:1]
After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Sonnet xxv.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Sonnet xxx.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
Sonnet xxxiii.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
Sonnet l.
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Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Sonnet lii.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Sonnet liv.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
Sonnet lv.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Sonnet lxv.
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
Sonnet lxvi.
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
Sonnet lxvi.
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Sonnet lxx.
That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,—
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sonnet lxxiii.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen—
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Sonnet lxxxi.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Sonnet lxxxvii.
Do not drop in for an after-loss.
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
Sonnet xc.
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When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Sonnet xcviii.
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
Sonnet cv.
And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
Sonnet cvi.
My nature is subdu'd
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Sonnet cxi.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Sonnet cxvi.
'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
Sonnet cxxi.
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own.
Sonnet cxxi.
That full star that ushers in the even.
Sonnet cxxxii.
So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passion in his craft of will.
A Lover's Complaint. Line 120.
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear.
A Lover's Complaint. Line 288.
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
The Passionate Pilgrim. iii.
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together.
The Passionate Pilgrim. viii.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
Shakespeare's Epitaph.
[44:1] As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 1.
[44:2] Custom is almost second nature.—Plutarch: Preservation of
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