They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple
of his argument.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the
scraps.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the
afternoon.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
Let me take you a button-hole lower.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn[57-1]
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
For aught that I could ever read,[57-2]
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
Masters, spread yourselves.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
This is Ercles' vein.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
I am slow of study.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
That would hang us, every mother's son.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you,
an 't were any nightingale.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
The human mortals.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[57-3]
The rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[58-1]
I 'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.[58-2]
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._
My heart
Is true as steel.[58-3]
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[58-4]
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._
So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
seen,[58-5] man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to
conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
For never anything can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
The true beginning of our end.[59-1]
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
The best in this kind are but shadows.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to
make a man look sad.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,--
A stage, where every man must play a part;
And mine a sad one.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
I do know of these
That therefore only are reputed wise
For saying nothing.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Fish not, with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in
all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two
bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and
when you have them, they are not worth the search.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight
The selfsame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both,
I oft found both.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve
with nothing.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives
longer.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels
had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes'
palaces.[60-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps
o'er a cold decree.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
He doth nothing but talk of his horse.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is
worst, he is little better than a beast.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
I dote on his very absence.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand
me that he is sufficient.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and
water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you,
and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you,
nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whispering humbleness.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
For when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
O Father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such
odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is
indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to
heaven.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The very staff of my age, my very prop.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
An honest exceeding poor man.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
In the twinkling of an eye.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5._
All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._
Must I hold a candle to my shames?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._
All that glisters is not gold.[62-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Even in the force and road of casualty.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9._
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.[63-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9._
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard,
but I will better the instruction.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Makes a swan-like end,
Fading in music.[63-2]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, Reply.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being season'd with a gracious voice
Obscures the show of evil?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue in his outward parts.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn.[64-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The kindest man,
The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your
mother.[64-2]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Let it serve for table-talk.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5._
A harmless necessary cat.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
Drops earliest to the ground.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Is it so nominated in the bond?[65-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
'T is not in the bond.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Speak me fair in death.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
An upright judge, a learned judge!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
You take my house when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life
When you do take the means whereby I live.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise and true perfection!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
This night methinks is but the daylight sick.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
These blessed candles of the night.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Of starved people.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
We will answer all things faithfully.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._
Your heart's desires be with you!
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._
One out of suits with fortune.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._
My pride fell with my fortunes.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._
_Cel._ Not a word?
_Ros._ Not one to throw at a dog.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._
We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have.
_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._
"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much."
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._
O, good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was
in a better place; but travellers must be content.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins
against it.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5._
I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:
Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.[68-1]
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Motley 's the only wear.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
The "why" is plain as way to parish church.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days,
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
If ever sat at any good man's feast.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
True is it that we have seen better days.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
And wiped our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
All the world 's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.[69-1]
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee,
shepherd?
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good
friends.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
This is the very false gallop of verses.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Let us make an honourable retreat.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
With bag and baggage.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet
again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Answer me in one word.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I do desire we may be better strangers.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you
who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops
withal, and who he stands still withal.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to
match it.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Neither rhyme nor reason.[70-1]
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I would the gods had made thee poetical.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Down on your knees,
And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5._
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples,
extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation
of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most
humorous sadness.
_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I have gained my experience.
_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make
me sad.
_As You Like it. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I 'll warrant him heart-whole.
_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Good orators, when they are out, they will spit.
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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but
not for love.
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Can one desire too much of a good thing?[71-1]
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For ever and a day.
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