Familiar Quotations

A COLLECTION OF FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.

WITH

COMPLETE INDICES OF AUTHORS AND SUBJECTS.

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NEW YORK: HURST & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.



PREFACE.

The object of this work is to show, to some extent, the obligations our language owes to various authors for numerous phrases and familiar quotations which have become "household words."

This Collection, originally made without any view of publication, has been considerably enlarged by additions from an English work on a similar plan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it may be found a convenient book of reference.

Though perhaps imperfect in some respects, it is believed to possess the merit of accuracy, as the quotations have been taken from the original sources.

Should this be favorably received, endeavors will be made to make it more worthy of the approbation of the public in a future edition.



INDEX OF AUTHORS.

Addison, Joseph Akenside, Mark Aldrich, James Austin, Mrs. Sarah Bacon, Francis Bailey, Philip James Barbauld, Mrs Barnfield, Richard Barrett, Eaton Stannard Basse, William Baxter, Richard Beattie, James Beaumont, Francis Berkeley, Bishop Blair, Robert Bolingbroke, Lord Booth, Barton Brown, Tom Brown, John Bryant, William Cullen Bunyan, John Burns, Robert Butler, Samuel Byrom, John Byron, Lord Campbell, Thomas Canning, George Carew, Thomas Carey, Henry Cervantes, Miguel de Charles II Churchill, Charles Cibber, Colley Coke, Lord Coleridge, Samuel Taylor Collins, William Colman, George Congreve, William Cotton, Nathaniel Cowley, Abraham Cowper, William Crabbe, George Cranch, Christopher P. Crashaw, Richard Defoe, Daniel Dekker, Thomas Denham, Sir John Doddridge, Philip Dodsley, Robert Donne, Dr. John Drake, Joseph Rodman Dryden, John Dyer, John Everett, David Franklin, Benjamin Fletcher, Andrew Fouche, Joseph Fuller, Thomas Garrick, David Gay, John Goldsmith, Oliver Grafton, Richard Gray, Thomas Green, Matthew Greene, Albert G. Greville, Fulke (Lord Brooke) Halleck, Fitz-Greene Herbert, George Herrick, Robert Hervey, Thomas K. Hill, Aaron Hobbes, Thomas Holy Scriptures Holmes, Oliver Wendell Home, John Hood, Thomas Hopkinson, Joseph Irving, Washington Johnson, Samuel Jones, Sir William Jonson, Ben Keats, John Key, F.S. Kempis, Thomas a Lamb, Charles Langhorn, John Lee, Nathaniel L'Estrange, Roger Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth Lowell, James Russell Lovelace, Sir Richard Lyttelton, Lord Lytton, Edward Bulwer Macaulay, Thomas Babington Marlowe, Christopher Mickle, William Julius Milnes, Richard Monckton Milton, John, Montague, Lady Mary Wortley Montrose, Marquis of Moore, Edward Moore, Thomas Morris, Charles Morton, Thomas Moss, Thomas Norris, John Otway, Thomas Paine, Thomas Palafox, Don Joseph Parnell, Thomas Percy, Thomas Philips, John Pollok, Robert Pope, Alexander Porteus, Beilby Prior, Matthew Proctor, Bryan Walter Quarles, Francis Rabelais, Francis Raleigh, Sir Walter Randolph, John Rochefoucauld, Duc de Rochester, Earl of Rogers, Samuel Roscommon, Earl of Rowe, Nicholas Savage, Richard Scott, Sir Walter Sewall, Jonathan M. Sewell, Dr. George Shakespeare, William Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire Shenstone, William Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Shirley, James Sidney, Sir Philip Smollett, Tobias Southern, Thomas Southey, Robert Spencer, William R. Spenser, Edmund Sprague, Charles Steers, Miss Fanny Sterne, Laurence Suckling, Sir John Swift, Jonathan Sylvester, Joshua Taylor, Henry Tennyson, Alfred Tertullian Theobald, Louis Thomson, James Thrale, Mrs Tickell, Thomas Trumbull, John Tuke, Sir Samuel Tusser, Thomas Uhland, John Louis Walcott John (Peter Pindar) Waller, Edmund Warburton, Thomas Watts, Isaac Wither, George Wolfe, Charles Woodsworth, Samuel Wordsworth, William Wotton, Sir Henry Young, Edward



A COLLECTION OF FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS

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HOLY SCRIPTURES.

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OLD TESTAMENT.

Genesis ii. 18.

It is not good that the man should be alone

Genesis iii. 19.

For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

Genesis iv. 9.

Am I my brother's keeper?

Genesis iv. 13.

My punishment is greater than I can bear

Genesis ix. 6.

Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.

Genesis xvi. 12.

His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.



Genesis xlii. 38.

Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.

Genesis xlix. 4.

Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.

Deuteronomy xix. 21.

Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.

Deuteronomy xxxii. 10.

He kept him as the apple of his eye.

Judges xvi. 9.

The Philistines be upon thee, Samson.

Ruth i. 16.

For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.

Samuel xiii. 14.

A man after his own heart.

Samuel i. 20.

Tell it not in Gath; publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon

Samuel i. 23.

Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided.

Samuel i. 25.

How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle!

Samuel i. 26.

Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.

Samuel xii. 7.

And Nathan said to David, Thou art the man.

Kings ix, 7.

A proverb and a by-word among all people,

Kings xviii. 21.

How long halt ye between two opinions?

Kings xviii. 44.

Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.

Kings xix. 12.

A still, small voice.

Kings xx. 11.

Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth it off.

Kings iv. 40.

There is death in the pot.

Job i. 21.

The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.

Job iii. 17.

There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.

Job v. 7.

Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

Job xvi. 2.

Miserable comforters are ye all.

Job xix. 25.

I know that my Redeemer liveth.

Job xxviii. 18.

The price of wisdom is above-rubies.

Job xxix. 15.

I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.

Job xxxi. 35.

That mine adversary had written a book.

Job xxxviii. 11.

Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.

Psalm xvi. 6.

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.

Psalm xviii. 10.

Yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.

Psalm xxiii. 2.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures he leadeth me beside the still waters.

Psalm xxiii. 4.

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Psalm xxxvii. 25.

I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.

Psalm xxxvii. 35.

Spreading himself like a green bay tree.

Psalm xxxvii. 37.

Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.

Psalm xxxix. 3.

While I was musing the fire burned.

Psalm xlv. 1.

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

Psalm lv. 6.

Oh, that I had wings like a dove!

Psalm lxxii. 9.

His enemies shall lick the dust.

Psalm lxxxv. 10.

Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed each other.



Psalm xc. 9.

We spend our years as a tale that is told.

Psalm cvii. 27.

They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.

Psalm cxxvii. 2.

He giveth his beloved sleep.

Psalm cxxxiii. 1.

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!

Psalm cxxxvii. 5.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

Psalm cxxxvii. 2.

We hanged our harps on the willows.

Psalm cxxxix. 14.

For I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Proverbs iii. 17.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.

Proverbs xi. 14.

In the multitude of counsellors there is safety.

Proverbs xiii. 12.

Hope deferred maksth the heart sick.

Proverbs xiv. 9.

Fools make a mock at sin.

Proverbs xiv. 10.

The heart knoweth his own bitterness.

Proverbs xiv. 34.

Righteousness exalteth a nation.

Proverbs xv. 1.

A soft answer turneth away wrath.

Proverbs xv. 17.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

Proverbs xvi. 18.

Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.

Proverbs xvi. 31.

The hoary head is a crown of glory.

Proverbs xviii. 14.

A wounded spirit who can bear?

Proverbs xxii. 6.

Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it.

Proverbs xxiii. 5.

For riches certainly make themselves wings.

Proverbs xxiv. 33.

Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.

Proverbs xxv. 22.

For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head.

Proverbs xxvi. 13.

There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.

Proverbs xxvii. 1.

Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.

Proverbs xxviii. 1.

The wicked flee when no man pursueth.

Ecclesiastes i. 9.

There is no new thing under the sun.

Ecclesiastes i. 14.

All is vanity and vexation of spirit.

Ecclesiastes v. 12.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet.

Ecclesiastes vii. 2.

It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting.

Ecclesiastes vii. 16.

Be not righteous overmuch

Ecclesiastes ix. 4.

For a living dog is better than a dead lion,

Ecclesiastes ix. 10.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.

Ecclesiastes ix. 11.

The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.

Ecclesiastes xi. 1.

Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.

Ecclesiastes xii. 1.

Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth.

Ecclesiastes xii. 5.

And the grasshopper shall be a burden.

Ecclesiastes xii. 5.

Man goeth to his long home.

Ecclesiastes xii. 6.

Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.

Ecclesiastes xii. 7.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Ecclesiastes xii. 8.

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher; all is vanity.

Ecclesiastes xii. 12.

Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

Isaiah xi. 6.

The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid.

Isaiah xxviii. 10.

Precept upon precept; line upon line: here a little, and there a little.

Isaiah xxxviii. 1.

Set thine house in order.

Isaiah xl. 6.

All flesh is grass.

Isaiah xl. 15.

Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance.

Isaiah xlii. 3.

A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench.

Isaiah liii. 7.

He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.

Isaiah lx. 22.

A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation.

Isaiah lxi. 3.

To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.

Isaiah lxiv. 6.

We all do fade as a leaf.

Jeremiah vii. 3.

Amend your ways and your doings.

Jeremiah viii. 22.

Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there?

Jeremiah xiii. 23.

Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?

Ezekiel xviii. 2.

The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge.

Daniel v. 27.

Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.

Daniel vi. 12.

The thing is true, according to the law of the Medes and Persians, which altereth not.

Hosea viii. 7.

For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.

Micah iv. 3.

And they shall beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears into pruning-hooks.

Micah iv. 4.

But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree.

Habakkuk ii. 2.

Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.

Malachi iv. 2.

But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.

Ecelesiasticus xiii. 1.

He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.

Ecelesiasticus xiii. 7.

He will laugh thee to scorn.

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COMMON PRAYER.

Morning Prayer.

We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.



Psalm cv. 18.

The iron entered into his soul. Collect for the Second Sunday in Advent. Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.

The Burial Service.

In the midst of life we are in death. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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NEW TESTAMENT.

Matthew ii. 18.

Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

Matthew iv. 4.

Man shall not live by bread alone.

Matthew v. 13.

Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savor, wherewith shall it be salted?

Matthew v. 14.

Ye are the light of the world. A city set upon a hill cannot be hid.

Matthew vi. 3.

But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.

Matthew vi. 21.

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

Matthew vi. 24.

Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.

Matthew vi. 28.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.

Matthew vi. 34.

Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Matthew vii. 6.

Neither cast ye your pearls before swine.

Matthew vii. 7.

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

Matthew viii. 20.

The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head.

Matthew ix. 37.

The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.

Matthew x. 16.

Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

Matthew x. 30.

But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

Matthew xii. 33.

The tree is known by his fruit.

Matthew xii. 34.

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

Matthew xiii. 57.

A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own house.

Matthew xiv. 27.

Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.

Matthew xv. 14.

And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.

Matthew xv. 27.

Yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.

Matthew xvi. 23.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

Matthew xvi. 26.

For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

Matthew xvii. 4.

It is good for us to be here.

Matthew xix. 6.

What therefore God hath joined together let not man put asunder.

Matthew xix. 24.

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.

Matthew xx. 15.

Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own?

Matthew xxii. 14.

For many are called, but few are chosen.

Matthew xxiii. 24.

Ye blind guides! which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.

Matthew xxiii. 27.

For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones.

Matthew xxiv. 28.

For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together.

Matthew xxv. 29.

Unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.

Matthew xxvi. 41.

Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Mark iv. 9.

He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.

Mark v. 9.

My name is Legion.

Mark ix. 44.

Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.

Luke iii. 9.

And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees.

Luke iv. 23.

Physician, heal thyself.

Luke x. 37.

Go, and do thou likewise.

Luke x. 42.

But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.

Luke xi. 23.

He that is not with me is against me.

Luke xii. 19.

And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.

Luke xii. 35.

Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning.

Luke xvi. 8.

For the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light.

Luke xvii. 2.

It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea.

Luke xvii. 32.

Remember Lot's wife.

Luke xix. 22.

Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee.

John i. 29.

Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!

John i. 46.

Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?

John iii. 3.

Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.

John iii. 8.

The wind bloweth where it listeth.

John v. 35. He was a burning and a shining light.

John vi. 12.

Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.

John vii. 24.

Judge not according to the appearance.

John xii. 8.

For the poor always ye have with you.

John xii, 35.

Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you.

John xiv. 1.

Let not your heart be troubled.

John xiv. 2.

In my Father's house are many mansions.

John xv. 13.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

Acts ix. 5.

It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

Acts xx. 35.

It is more blessed to give than to receive.

Romans ii. 11.

For there is no respect of persons with God.

Romans vi. 23.

For the wages of sin is death.

Romans viii. 28.

And we know that all things work together or good to them that love God.

Romans xii. 16.

Be not wise in your own conceits.

Romans xii. 20.

Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.

Romans xii. 21.

Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.

Romans xiii. 1.

The powers that be are ordained of God,

Romans xiii. 7.

Render therefore to all their dues.

Romans xiii. 10.

Love is the fulfilling of the law.

Romans xiv. 5.

Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.

1 Corinthians iii. 6.

I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.

1 Corinthians iii. 13.

Every man's work shall be made manifest,

1 Corinthians v. 3.

Absent in body, but present in spirit.

1 Corinthians v. 6.

Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?

1 Corinthians vii. 31.

For the fashion of this world passeth away,

1 Corinthians ix. 22.

I am made all things to all men.

1 Corinthians x. 12.

Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.

1 Corinthians xiii. 1.

As sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

1 Corinthians xiii. 11.

When I was a child I spake as a child.

1 Corinthians xiii. 12.

For now we see through a glass, darkly.

1 Corinthians xv. 33.

Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.

1 Corinthians xv. 47.

The first man is of the earth, earthy.

1 Corinthians xv. 55.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

2 Corinthians v. 7.

We walk by faith, not by sight.

2 Corinthians vi. 2.

Behold, now is the accepted time,

2 Corinthians vi. 8.

By evil report and good report.

Galatians vi. 5.

For every man shall bear his own burden,

Galatians vi. 7.

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Ephesians iv. 26.

Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.

Philippians i. 21.

For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

Colossians ii. 21.

Touch not; taste not; handle not.

1 Thessalonians i. 3.

Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labor of love.

1 Thessalonians v. 21.

Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.

1 Timothy iii. 3,

Not greedy of filthy lucre.

1 Timothy v. 18.

The laborer is worthy of his reward.

1 Timothy v. 23.

Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake.

1 Timothy vi. 10.

For the love of money is the root of all evil.

2 Timothy iv. 7.

I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.

Titus i. 15.

Unto the pure all things are pure.

Hebrews xi. 1.

Now faith is the substance of things hoped' for, the evidence of things not seen.

Hebrews xii. 6.

For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.

Hebrews xiii. 2.

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

James i. 12.

Blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried he shall receive the crown of life.

James iii. P

Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!

James iv. 7.

Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

1 Peter iv. 8.

Charity shall cover the multitude of sins.

1 Peter v. 8.

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.

2 Peter iii. 10.

But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night.

1 John iv. 18.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.

Revelation ii. 10.

Be thou faithful unto death.

Revelation ii. 27.

He shall rule them with a rod of iron.

Revelation xxii. 13.

I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.

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SHAKESPEARE.

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.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

A very ancient and fishlike smell.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Our revels row 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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like an insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

To make a virtue of necessity.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Is she not passing fair?

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Why, then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

Act v. Sc. 1.

They say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

TWELFTH NIGHT.

Act i. Sc. 1.

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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor.

Act i. Sc, 3.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

Act i. Sc. 5.

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Dost thou think, because them art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Act ii. Sc. 4.

She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, 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.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

Act iii. Sc, 2.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

But man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority,

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Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

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.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

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, Seals of love, but sealed in vain.[1]

[Note 1: This song; is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following additional stanza:

"Hide, O hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the fruits that grow Are of those that April wears; But first set my poor heart free. Bound in those icy chains for thee."

There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher.]

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

Act i. Sc. 1.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation.

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 other agent.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sits the wind in that corner?

Act ii. Sc. 3.

When I said I should die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Everyone can master a grief, but he that Lath it.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Are you good men and true?

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Comparisons are odorous.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

O that he were here to write me down—an ass!

Act iv. Sc. 2.

A fellow that had losses.

Act v. Sc. 1.

For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.

Act i. Sc. 1.

But earthly happier is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.

Act v. Sc. 1.

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 shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.

Act v. Sc. 1.

He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

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.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

Act i. Sc. 1.

I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

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.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Even there, where merchants most do congregate.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe,

Act i. Sc. 3.

Many a time, and oft, the Rialto, have you rated me.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Act ii, Sc. 6.

All things that are, Are with more spirits chased than enjoyed.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

All that glisters is not gold.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Act iii. Sc. 5.

Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Act iv. Sc. 1.

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes,

Act iv. Sc. 1.

A Daniel come to judgment.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Is it so nominated in the bond.

* * * * *

I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond?

Act iv. Sc. 1.

I have thee on the hip

Act iv. Sc. 1.

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word

Act v. Sc. 1.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

Act v. Sc. 1.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

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.

Act v. Sc. 1.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

* * * * *

AS YOU LIKE IT.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.

Act i. Sc. 2.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Cel. Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Act i. Sc. 3.

O how full of briers is this working-day world!

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

And this our life, exempt from public haunts, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament, As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much."

Act ii. Sc. 3.

And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age!

Act ii. Sc. 3.

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

* * * * *

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

And railed on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms.... And looking on it with lack-luster eye, "Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.

* * * * *

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."

* * * * *

Motley's the only wear.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

The why is plain as way to parish church.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts

* * * * *

And then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice,

* * * * *

Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.

* * * * *

Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

Act iii. Sc. 8.

Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

Act v. Sc. 2.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!

Act v. Sc. 4.

Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.

Epilogue.

Good wine needs no bush.

* * * * *

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Act iv. Sc. 1,

And thereby hangs a tale.

Act v. Sc. 2.

My cake is dough.

WINTER'S TALE.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

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.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that.

* * * * *

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

Act i. Sc. 1.

It were all one, That I should love a bright, particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

* * * * *

COMEDY OF ERRORS.

Act v. Sc. 1.

They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy.

MACBETH.

Act i. Sc. 1.

When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Act i. Sc. 1.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

Act i. Sc. 4.

There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters.

Act i. Sc. 7.

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly.

Act i. Sc. 7.

That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here.

Act i. Sc. 7.

This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.

Act i. Sc. 7.

Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking off.

Act i. Sc, 7.

I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other—.

Act i. Sc. 7.

I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people.

Act i. Sc. 7.

Letting I dare not wait upon I would.

Like the poor cat i' the adage.

Act i. Sc. 7.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none.

Act i. Sc. 7.

But screw your courage to the sticking-place.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle towards my hand?

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

For it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

The attempt, and not the deed, Confound us.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Infirm of purpose!

Act ii. Sc. 3.

The labor we delight in, physics pain.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.

Act iii. Sc, 1.

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren scepter in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

We have scotched the snake, not killed it.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Duncan is in his grave! After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in To saucy doubts and fears.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!

Act iii. Sc. 4.

What man dare, I dare.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Black spirits and white, Red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, You that mingle may.[2]

[Note 2: These lines occur also in "The Witch" of Thomas Middleton, Act 5, Sc. 2, and it is uncertain to which the priority should be ascribed.]

Act iv. Sc. 1.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

A deed without a name.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart! Come like shadows, so depart.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

Act iv. Sc. 1. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop?

Act iv. Sc. 3.

I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!

Act v. Sc. 3.

My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?

Act v. Sc, 3.

Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.

Act v. Sc. 3.

I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.

Act v, Sc. 5.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come.

Act v. Sc. 5.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Act v. Sc. 5.

Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Act. v. Sc. 7.

I bear a charmed life.

Act. v. Sc. 7.

That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.

Act v. Sc. 7.

Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!

* * * * *

KING JOHN.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

For courage mounteth with occasion.

Act iii. Sc. 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!

* * * * *

Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes deeds ill done!

* * * * *

KING RICHARD II.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?

Act i. Sc. 3.

The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

The ripest fruit first falls.

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.

Act i. Sc. 2.

'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

Act i. Sc. 2.

He will give the devil his due.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

Act i. Sc. 3.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

I know a trick worth two of that.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing!

Act ii. Sc. 4.

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

I was a coward on instinct.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man: But will they come when you do call for them?

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Tell truth and shame the devil.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?

Act v. Sc. 4.

I could have better spared a better man.

Act v. Sc. 4.

The better part of valor is—discretion.

Act v. Sc. 4.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.

SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless. So dull, so dead in look, so woebegone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burned.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remembered knolling a departed friend.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

He was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Act iii. Sc. 1.

With all appliances and means to boot.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.

* * * * *

KING HENRY V.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Consideration like an angel came, And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

Act i, Sc. 1.

When he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

Act ii Sc. 1.

Base is the slave that pays.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

'A babbled of green fields.

Act iv. Chorus.

With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Then shall our names, Familiar in their mouths as household words— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster— Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

* * * * *

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

Act v. Sc. 3.

She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: She is a woman; therefore to be won.

* * * * *

SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

He dies and makes no sign.

THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.

Act v. Sc. 6.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

KING RICHARD III

Act i. Sc. 1.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, Bent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time.

Act i. Sc. 2.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Was ever woman in this humor wooed? Was ever woman in this humor won?

Act i. Sc. 4.

O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Let not the heavens hear these telltale women Hail on the Lord's anointed.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told

Act v. Sc. 2.

Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment.

Act v. Sc. 2.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Act v. Sc. 3.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

Act v. Sc. 4.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Act v. Sc. 4.

A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!

KING HENRY VIII.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

And then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

Act v. Sc. 2.

To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures.

* * * * *

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin

Act iii. Sc. 3.

And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.

* * * * *

CORIOLANUS.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows?

* * * * *

JULIUS CAESAR.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Beware the Ides of March!

Act i. Sc. 2.

I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?—Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights; Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit, That could be moved to smile at anything.

Act i. Sc. 2.

But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Yon are my true and honorable wife, As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Though last, not least, in love.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak: for him have I offended.

Act iii. Sc. 2..

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

If you have years, prepare to shed them now.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

See, what a rent the envious Casca made!

Act iii. Sc. 2.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Great Caesar fell. O what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Borne to rise and mutiny.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats For I am armed so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune: Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

Act v. Sc. 5.

His life was gentle, and the elements So mixed in him, that nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!

* * * * *

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

Act i. Sc. 1.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

For her own person, It beggared all description.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.

* * * * *

CYMBELINE.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Some griefs are med'cinable.

Act iii. Sc. 6.

Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

* * * * *

KING LEAR.

Act i. Sc. 4.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is, To have a thankless child.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks.

Act iil. Sc. 2.

Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipped of justice.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

I am a man More sinned against than sinning.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?

* * * * *

Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

Act iii. Sc. 6.

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

Act iv. Sc. 6.

Ay, every inch a king.

Act. iv. Sc. 6.

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

Act iv. Sc. 6.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Act v. Sc. 3.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.

Act. v. Sc. 3.

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.

* * * * *

ROMEO AND JULIET.

Act i. Sc. 1.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Act i. Sc. 2.

One fire burns out another's burning. One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late,

Act ii. Sc. 2.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Act ii. Sc. 2.

What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

At lover's perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am the very pink of courtesy.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

My man's as true as steel.

Act ii, Sc. 6.

Here comes the lady;—O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

Act iii. Sc, 1.

A plague o' both the houses!

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Rom. Courage, man I the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy

Act iii. Sc. 5.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Not stopping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Act v. Sc. I.

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.

Act v. Sc. 1.

A beggarly account of empty boxes.

Act v. Sc. 1.

My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!

* * * * *

HAMLET.

Act i. Sc. 1.

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Act i. Sc. 1.

In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

Act i. Sc. 1.

And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long. And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad, The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

Act i. Sc. 2.

The head is not more native to the heart.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Act i, Sc. 2.

Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems

Act i. Sc. 2.

But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Act i. Sc. 2.

O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!

* * * * *

That it should come to this! Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.

* * * * *

Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.

* * * * *

Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month.

* * * * *

Like Niobe, all tears.

* * * * *

My father's brother; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Act i. Sc. 2.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Act i. Sc. 2.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A countenance more In sorrow than in anger.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

* * * * *

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

* * * * *

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

Act i. Sc. 4.

But to my mind—though I am native here, And to the manner born—it is a custom More honored in the breach than the observance.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

Act i. Sc. 4.

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Let me not burst in ignorance!

Act i. Sc. 4.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Act i. Sc. 5.

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.

Act i. Sc. 5.

O my prophetic soul! my uncle!

Act i. Sc. 5.

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!

Act i. Sc. 5.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.

Act i. Sc. 5.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Act i. Sc. 5.

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this.

Act i. Sc. 5.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Act i. Sc. 5.

The time is out of joint.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Doubt thou the stars are tire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Act ii. Sc. 2,

Still harping on my daughter.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Man delights not me—nor woman neither.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a hawk from a hand-saw.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Come, give us a taste of your quality.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

'Twas caviare to the general.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?

Act ii. Sc. 2.

The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

To be, or not to be? that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them?—To die—to sleep— No more—and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die—to sleep— To sleep! perchance, to dream—ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.

* * * * *

The spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes; When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death— The undiscovered country, from whose bourne No traveler returns—puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

* * * * *

Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thon shalt not escape calumny.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observed of all observers!

Act iii. Sc. X.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

It out-herods Herod.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts, As I do thee.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Something too much of this.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Here's metal more attractive.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Let the galled jade wince, our withers are un-wrung.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; Thus runs the world away.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

It will discourse most eloquent music.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Very like a whale.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

They fool me to the top of my bent.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

O my offence is rank, it smells to heaven

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Look here, upon this picture, and on this; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow! Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command. A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

A king Of shreds and patches.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

This is the very coinage of your brain.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard.

Act iv. Sc. 5.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions!

Act iv. Sc. 5.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would.

Act v. Sc. 1.

How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Act v. Sc. 1.

To what base uses we may return, Horatio!

Act v. Sc. 1.

Imperial Caesar, dead, and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous.

Act v. Sc. 1.

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

Act v. Sc. 2.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Act v. Sc. 2.

There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Act v. Sc. 2.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

* * * * *

OTHELLO.

Act i. Sc. 1.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more.

Act i. Sc. 3.

I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.

Act i. Sc. 3.

My story being done She gave me for my pains a world of signs: She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Upon this hint I spake.

Act i. Sc. 3.

I do perceive hero a divided duty.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

For I am nothing, if not critical.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle From her propriety.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!

Act ii. Sc. 3.

O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains!

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

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; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs roe of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make The meat it feeds on.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

O, now, forever, 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,

* * * * *

Othello's occupation's gone!

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Give me the ocular proof.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

But this denoted a foregone conclusion.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

They laugh that win.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Steeped me in poverty to the very lips.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

But, alas! to make me A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmovin finger at.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

And put in every honest hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

'Tis neither here nor there.

Act v. Sc. 1.

He hath a daily beauty in his life.

Act v. Sc. 2.

I have done the state some service, and they know it.

Act v. Sc. 2.

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, whose hand, Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe.

* * * * *

Albeit unused to the melting mood.

* * * * *



THOMAS TUSSER. 1523-1580.

Moral Reflections on the Wind.

Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.



FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. 1554-1624.

Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4.

O wearisome condition of humanity!

* * * * *

Sonnet LVI.

And out of minde as soon as out of sight.

* * * * *



CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.

Hero and Leander.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, and hills, and folds, Woods, or steepy mountains, yield.

* * * * *



SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618.

The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.

If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love.

The Silent Lover.

Silence in love betrays more love Than words, though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity.

* * * * *



JOSHUA SYLVESTER 1563-1618.

The Soul's Errand[3]

Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand! Fear not to touch the best: The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.

[Note 3: Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of "The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh.]

* * * * *



RICHARD BARNFIELD.

Address to the Nightingale.[4]

As it fell upon a day, In the merry mouth of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made.

[Note 4: This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield, and it is found in his collection of Poems, published between 1594 and 1598.]



EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1597.

Faerie Queene.

Book i. Canto i. St. 35.

The noblest mind the best contentment has.

Book 1. Canto iii. St. 4.

Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

That darkesome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd No arborett with painted blossomes drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

Book iv. Canto ii. St.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.

Lines on his Promised Pension.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

* * * * *

Hymn in Honor of Beauty. Line 132. For of the soul the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the Body make.

* * * * *



MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide; To loose good dayes, that might be better spent To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow;

* * * * *

To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires; To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.



SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.

The Character of a Happy Life.

How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!

* * * * *

Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.

* * * * *

To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.

You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light!

* * * * *



DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.

FUNERAL ELEGIES, ON THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.

The Second Anniversary. Line 245.

We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.

* * * * *

Elegy 8. The Comparison.

She and comparisons are odious.



BEN JONSON. 1571-1637.

To Celia.

(From "The Forest.") Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

* * * * *

The Sweet Neglect. (From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)

Still to be neat, still to be drest As you were going to a feast.

* * * * *

Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace.

* * * * *

Good Life, Long Life.

In small proportion we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

* * * * *

Epitaph on Elizabeth.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live.

Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.

Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death! ere thou hast slain another, Learned and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.

* * * * *

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise. Small Latin, and less Greek. He was not of an age, but for all time.

* * * * *

Sweet swan of Avon!

* * * * *

Every Man in his Humor. Act. ii. Sc. 3.

Get money; still get money, boy; No matter by what means.



FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1585-1616.

Letter to Ben Jonson.

What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtile flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.

* * * * *



GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.

The Shepherd's Resolution.

Shall I, wasting in despair, Dye because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosie are? If she be not so to me, What care I how faire she be?

* * * * *



FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644.

Emblems. Book ii. 2.

Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.

Book ii. Epigram 10.

This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears, Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone.

* * * * *



GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.

Virtue.

Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright, The bridall of the earth and skies.

* * * * *

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives.

* * * * *

SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1608-1644.

On a Wedding.

Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

* * * * *

Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly.

Song.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?

* * * * *



ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1660.

The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.

Some asked me where the Rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where? Then spoke I to my Girl, To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of Pearl.

* * * * *

On her Feet.

Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at Bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.

To the Virgins to make much of Time.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower, that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.

* * * * *

Night Piece to Julia.

Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

* * * * *



SIR RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658.

Orpheus to Beasts.

Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear.

* * * * *

To Lucasta on Going to the Wars.

I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.

To Althea from Prison.

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron barres a cage; Mindes innocent, and quiet, take That for an hermitage.

* * * * *



JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666.

Contention of Ajax and Ulysses.

Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

* * * * *



RICHARD CRASHAW. —1650. The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[5]

[Note 5: Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.—Latin Poems]

* * * * *

In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

* * * * *



THOMAS DEKKER. —1638.

Old Fortunatus.

And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

* * * * *

Honest Whore. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

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ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667.

The Waiting-Maid.

Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'Tis like the poisoning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.

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The Motto.

What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own?

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On the Death of Crashaw.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.

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The Garden. Essay V.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

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SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1679.

Cooper's Hill.

O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme!

Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.

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The Sophy. A Tragedy.

Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.

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THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.

Disdain Returned.

He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.

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Conquest by Flight.

Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love, that run away.

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EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687.

Verses upon his Divine Poesy.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home.

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On a Girdle.

A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.

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Go, Lovely Rose.

How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

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To a Lady, Singing a Song of his Composing.

The eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

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MILTON. 1608-1674.

PARADISE LOST.

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Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God.

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What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.

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Yet from those flames No light; but only darkness visible.

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Where peace And rest can never dwell: hope never comes, That comes to all.

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What though the field be lost? All is not lost.

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The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

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Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

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Heard so oft In worst extremes and on the perilous edge Of battle.

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Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched imbower.

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Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!

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Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.

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In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders.

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Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

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From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day.

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But all was false and hollow, though his tongue Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.

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With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care.

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With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies: his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air.

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Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.

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The other shape, If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.

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Whence and what art them, execrable shape?

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And Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled.

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With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

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Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.

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Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.

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Since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

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At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads.

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And in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost: Evil, be thou my good.

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For contemplation he, and valor, formed, For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.

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His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Bound from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.

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Imparadised in one another's arms.

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Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad.

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With thee conversing, I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike.

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Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,

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Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source Of human happiness.

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Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng.

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Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.

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Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.

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These are thy glorious works, Parent of good

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So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

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Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

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They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

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Dire was the noise Of conflict.

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Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.

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Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.

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Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.

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Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed and not unsought be won.

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So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!

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Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies, that daily flow From all her words and actions.

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To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed Celestial rosy red (love's proper Hue)

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For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.

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Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.

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The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

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PARADISE REGAINED.

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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

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Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democraty, Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

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As children gathering pebbles on the shore.

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SAMSON AGONISTES.

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Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men.

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He's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?

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COMUS.

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A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.