I do perceive here a divided duty.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
I saw Othello's visage in his mind.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
Put money in thy purse.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to
him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
Framed to make women false.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
For I am nothing, if not critical.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
She that was ever fair and never proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--
_Des._ To do what?
_Iago._ To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
_Des._ O most lame and impotent conclusion!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Egregiously an ass.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Potations pottle-deep.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
King Stephen was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,--
With that he called the tailor lown.[152-1]
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
From her propriety.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Your name is great
In mouths of wisest censure.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Cassio, I love thee;
But never more be officer of mine.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
_Iago._ What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
_Cas._ Ay, past all surgery.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my
reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what
remains is bestial.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known
by, let us call thee devil!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away
their brains!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
_Cas._ Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a
devil.
_Iago._ Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it
be well used.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
How poor are they that have not patience!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.[153-1]
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;
'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[153-2] loves!
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv'd.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I am declined
Into the vale of years.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others' uses.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I swear 't is better to be much abused
Than but to know 't a little.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone!
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
No hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
On horror's head horrors accumulate.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 't is of aspics' tongues!
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4._
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._
They laugh that win.[155-1]
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._
But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
But, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger[155-2] at!
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world!
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
'T is neither here nor there.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3._
It makes us or it mars us.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
Every way makes my gain.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
One entire and perfect chrysolite.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Every puny whipster.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
I have done the state some service, and they know 't.
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
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._
'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._
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 Phoebus '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._
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._
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._
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._
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._
FOOTNOTES:
[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
Health._
[45-1] Familiarity breeds contempt.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 640._
[46-1] What the dickens!--THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Edward IV. act iii. sc.
1._
[46-2] As ill luck would have it.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, pt. i.
bk. i. ch. ii._
[47-1] Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight.
[47-2] Compare Portia's words in _Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc.
1._
[49-1] See Spenser, page 29.
[49-2] "Mariana in the moated grange,"--the motto used by Tennyson
for the poem "Mariana."
[49-3] This song occurs in _Act v. Sc. 2_ of Beaumont and
Fletcher's _Bloody Brother_, with the following additional
stanza:--
Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.
[50-1] For every why he had a wherefore.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part
i. canto i. line 132._
[51-1] From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot.--PLINY:
_Natural History, book vii. chap. xvii._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:
_The Honest Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2._ MIDDLETON: _A Mad
World, etc._
[54-1] For "mirth," White reads _shews_; Singer, _shows_.
[56-1] Musical as is Apollo's lute.--MILTON: _Comus, line 78._
[57-1] Maidens withering on the stalk.--WORDSWORTH: _Personal
Talk, stanza 1._
[57-2] "Ever I could read,"--Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White.
[57-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-1] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-2] See Chapman, page 36.
[58-3] Trew as steele.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Cresseide, book v.
line 831._
[58-4] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-5] Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.--_1 Corinthians, ii. 9._
[59-1] I see the beginning of my end.--MASSINGER: _The Virgin
Martyr act iii. sc. 3._
[60-1] For the good that I would I do not; but the evil which I
would not, that I do.--_Romans vii. 19._
[62-1] See Chaucer, page 5.
[63-1] See Heywood, page 10.
[63-2] I will play the swan and die in music.--_Othello, act v.
sc. 2._
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death.
_King John, act v. sc. 7._
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.--BYRON: _Don Juan, canto
iii. st. 86._
You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am
infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching
death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they
have in going to the God they serve.--SOCRATES: _In Phaedo, 77._
[64-1] It is better to learn late than never.--PUBLIUS SYRUS:
_Maxim 864._
[64-2] Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into
Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis).--PHILLIPPE GUALTIER:
_Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300._
[65-1] "It is not nominated in the bond."--White.
[68-1] The same in _The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1;_ in
_Othello, act iii. sc. 1;_ in _The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i.
sc. 4;_ and in _As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7._ RABELAIS: _book v.
chap. iv._
[69-1]
The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage,
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Apology for Actors. 1612._
A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so
many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe
serves for a theatre.--MONTAIGNE: _Of the most Excellent Men._
[70-1] See Spenser, page 30.
[71-1] Too much of a good thing.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i.
book i. chap. vi._
[71-2] "Cud" in Dyce and Staunton.
[72-1] You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will
sell.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 968._
[72-2] See Heywood, page 9. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without
Money._
[72-3] Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.--CONGREVE: _The
Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1._
[73-1] See Heywood, page 18.
[74-1] How noiseless falls the foot of time!--W. R. SPENCER:
_Lines to Lady A. Hamilton._
[74-2] "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was
made at the suggestion of Pope.
[74-3] See Heywood, page 12.
[76-1] Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce.
[77-1] Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce.
[77-2] Into the jaws of death.--TENNYSON: _The Charge of the Light
Brigade, stanza 3._
In the jaws of death.--DU BARTAS: _Divine Weekes and Workes,
second week, first day, part iv._
[77-3] Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[78-1] Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[78-2] Like a wave of the sea.--_James i. 6._
[78-3] Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight.
[79-1] Act ii. Sc. 2 in White.
[79-2] When fortune flatters, she does it to betray.--PUBLIUS
SYRUS: _Maxim 278._
[80-1] Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses
himself).--GABRIEL MEURIER: _Trésor des Sentences. 1530-1601._
[80-2] See page 63, note 2.
[82-1] It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle,
than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.--MATT. _xix.
24._
[83-1] THOMAS NASH: _Have with you to Saffron Walden._ DRYDEN:
_Epilogue to the Duke of Guise._
[85-1] BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1._
SWIFT: _Mary the Cookmaid's Letter._
[87-1] See Heywood, page 19.
[87-2] It show'd discretion the best part of valour.--BEAUMONT AND
FLETCHER: _A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3._
[88-1] Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down
first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish
it?--_Luke xiv. 28._
[90-1] Act. iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[90-2] See Heywood, page 20.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.--_Henry VI. part iii. act
ii. sc. 5._
[91-1] Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce.
[92-1] With clink of hammers closing rivets up.--CIBBER: _Richard
III. Altered, act v. sc. 3._