[40-4] The same in Shakespeare's _As You Like It_. Compare
Chapman, page 35.
[41-1]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
SHAKESPEARE: _Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i._ (Sung by Evans).
[41-2] Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as
doves.--_Matthew x. 16._
[41-3] See Heywood, page 16.
[41-4]
Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips.
TENNYSON: _Fatima, stanza 3._
[41-5]
O, withered is the garland of the war!
The soldier's pole is fallen.
SHAKESPEARE: _Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13._
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.
(_From the text of Clark and Wright._)
I would fain die a dry death.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1._
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1._
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
My library
Was dukedom large enough.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
Fill all thy bones with aches.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._
_Gon._ Here is everything advantageous to life.
_Ant._ True; save means to live.
_The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
_The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
_The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2._
_Fer._ Here 's my hand.
_Mir._ And mine, with my heart in 't.
_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1._
He that dies pays all debts.
_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded.
_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
_The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1._
With foreheads villanous low.
_The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Deeper than did ever plummet sound
I 'll drown my book.
_The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1._
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie.
_The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1._
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
_The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1._
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1._
I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2._
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3._
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1._
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face,[44-1] or a weathercock on a steeple.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1._
She is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4._
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7._
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A man I am, cross'd with adversity.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Is she not passing fair?
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4._
How use doth breed a habit in a man![44-2]
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4._
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4._
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4._
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his
ancestors that come after him may.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._
Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._
Mine host of the Garter.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and
Sonnets here.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may
decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and
have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity
will grow more contempt.[45-1]
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._
"Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase!
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._
Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's
English.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4._
We burn daylight.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1._
There 's the humour of it.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Why, then the world 's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._
This is the short and the long of it.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Unless experience be a jewel.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._
We have some salt of our youth in us.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3._
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.[46-1]
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2._
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the
basket!
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Happy man be his dole!
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._
As good luck would have it.[46-2]
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended
nostril.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._
A man of my kidney.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Think of that, Master Brook.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1._
In his old lunes again.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2._
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2._
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd
numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity,
chance, or death.
_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1._
Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.
_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1._
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2._
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home.
_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3._[47-1]
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted.
_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]
He arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example.
_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1._
This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.[47-2]
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are?
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he 's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
That in the captain 's but a choleric word
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Our compell'd sins
Stand more for number than for accompt.
_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4._
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Palsied eld.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The cunning livery of hell.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[49-1]
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49-2]
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[49-3]
_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2._
We would, and we would not.
_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4._
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1._
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Every why hath a wherefore.[50-1]
_The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1._
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._
Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._
He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
A very valiant trencher-man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
There 's a skirmish of wit between them.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
The gentleman is not in your books.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
Benedick the married man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
He is of a very melancholy disposition.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no
beard is less than a man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
As merry as the day is long.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Speak low if you speak love.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy,
if I could say how much.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He
was wont to speak plain and to the purpose.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,--
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Sits the wind in that corner?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain
awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be
peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I
should live till I were married.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1._
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot,[51-1] he is
all mirth.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Are you good men and true?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write
and read comes by nature.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The most senseless and fit man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
You shall comprehend all vagrom men.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
_2 Watch._ How if a' will not stand?
_Dogb._ Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and
presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you
are rid of a knave.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are
not the men you took them for.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let
him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I know that Deformed.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man
and no honester than I.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Comparisons are odorous.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to
bestow it all of your worship.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the
age is in the wit is out.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not
knowing what they do!
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I never tempted her with word too large,
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
For it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life,
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life
Into the eye and prospect of his soul.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than
false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
The eftest way.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Flat burglary as ever was committed.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Condemned into everlasting redemption.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O, that he were here to write me down an ass!
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and
every thing handsome about him.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Patch grief with proverbs.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
Men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
Charm ache with air, and agony with words.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
'T is all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
Some of us will smart for it.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
I was not born under a rhyming planet.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2._
Done to death by slanderous tongues.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3._
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;[54-1]
But like of each thing that in season grows.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
A high hope for a low heaven.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
That unlettered small-knowing soul.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet
understanding, a woman.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down,
sorrow!
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since;
but I think now 't is not to be found.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._
The rational hind Costard.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Delivers in such apt and gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._
By my penny of observation.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A very beadle to a humorous sigh.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A buck of the first head.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he
hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
You two are book-men.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Dictynna, goodman Dull.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb
of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._
It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[56-1]
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._