FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. (continued 3)

Nothing is But what is not. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a careless trifle. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.

There 's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.

More is thy due than more than all can pay. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.

The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.

If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch [118]With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. Macbeth. 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; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118:1] Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

Nor time nor place Did then adhere. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

Macb. If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

Memory, the warder of the brain. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

There 's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Shut up In measureless content. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]

The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]

I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Stuck in my throat. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, [120]The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]

Infirm of purpose! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]

'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]

The labour we delight in physics pain. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]

Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]

Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]

The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]

There 's daggers in men's smiles. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.[120:3]

Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on 't. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what 's done is done. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well: Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

In them Nature's copy 's not eterne. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A deed of dreadful note. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3.

But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The air-drawn dagger. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The time has been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

A thing of custom,—'t is no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,— Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Macb. What is the night? L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A deed without a name. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I 'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round.[123:1] Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The weird sisters. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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

When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Stands Scotland where it did? Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop? Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The night is long that never finds the day. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.

Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.

Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. Macbeth. 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. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane." Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

I gin to be aweary of the sun. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6.

I bear a charmed life. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense: That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]

Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]

Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]

For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. Hamlet. 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. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127:1] abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127:2] Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

The memory be green. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127:3] With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

The head is not more native to the heart. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

A little more than kin, and less than kind. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

'T is a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd. Hamlet. 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 fix'd [128]His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

That it should come to this! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Frailty, thy name is woman! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

A little month. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Like Niobe, all tears. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

A beast, that wants discourse of reason. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

It is not nor it cannot come to good. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Season your admiration for a while. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

In the dead vast and middle of the night. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128:1] Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Ham. His beard was grizzled,—no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Let it be tenable in your silence still. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Gave it an understanding, but no tongue. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.[129:1] Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Give thy thoughts no tongue. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129:2] of steel. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Springes to catch woodcocks. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, [131]Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous,[131:1] and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131:2] Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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 an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131:3] But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself[131:4] in ease on Lethe wharf. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

O my prophetic soul! My uncle! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Within the book and volume of my brain. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,—meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Art thou there, truepenny? Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1.

This is the very ecstasy of love. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Brevity is the soul of wit.[133:1] Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

More matter, with less art. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; And pity 't is 't is true. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Still harping on my daughter. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Pol. What do you read, my lord? Ham. Words, words, words. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

They have a plentiful lack of wit. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

A dream itself is but a shadow. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a hawk from a handsaw. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

One fair daughter and no more, The which he loved passing well. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Come, give us a taste of your quality. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.[135:1] Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Abuses me to damn me. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The play 's the thing Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 't is 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,—'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 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: there 's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make [136]With a bare bodkin? who would fardels[136:1] bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller 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, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I am myself indifferent honest. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Not to speak it profanely. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

First Play. We have reformed that indifferently with us, sir. Ham. O, reform it altogether. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. Hamlet. 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. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. 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 heart, As I do thee.—Something too much of this. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Here 's metal more attractive. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Oph. 'T is brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The lady doth protest[138:1] too much, methinks. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

'T is as easy as lying. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

It will discourse most eloquent music. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Pluck out the heart of my mystery. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

They fool me to the top of my bent. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

By and by is easily said. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

'T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

'T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Dead, for a ducat, dead! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

False as dicers' oaths. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

A rhapsody of words. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Hamlet. 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 station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,— A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

A king of shreds and patches. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy? Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what 's past; avoid what is to come. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.[141:1] Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour 's at the stake. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

A very riband in the cap of youth. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.

That we would do, We should do when we would. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.[143:1] Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.

'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring![144:1] Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.[144:2] Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Sweets to the sweet: farewell! Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.[145:1] Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

It did me yeoman's service. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

What imports the nomination of this gentleman? Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

'T is the breathing time of day with me. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

Now the king drinks to Hamlet. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

A hit, a very palpable hit. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

Report me and my cause aright. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

Absent thee from felicity awhile. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

The rest is silence. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

Although the last, not least. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

Nothing will come of nothing. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend! King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child! King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below. King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine. King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Necessity's sharp pinch! King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. King Lear. 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? King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Out-paramoured the Turk. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

'T is a naughty night to swim in. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The green mantle of the standing pool. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[147:1] King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Poor Tom 's a-cold. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,—Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6.

Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6.

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 7.

The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The worst is not So long as we can say, "This is the worst." King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Nature 's above art in that respect. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Ay, every inch a king. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7.

Pray you now, forget and forgive. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7.

Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low,—an excellent thing in woman. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.

The bookish theoric. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.

'T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.

Whip me such honest knaves. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.

The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. Othello. Act i. Sc. 2.

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,[149:1] And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used [150]Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.

Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it: Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak,—such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear[150:1] Would Desdemona seriously incline. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.

And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange. 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful; She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, [151]I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 [157]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.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phœbus 'gins arise,[159:2] His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise. Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.

As chaste as unsunn'd snow. Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Some griefs are medicinable. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.

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.

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.

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.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death. King John, act v. sc. 7.

All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. Beaumont and Fletcher: Philaster, act v. sc. 3.

L'injure se grave en métal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde. (An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.) Jean Bertaut. Circa 1611.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel. Young: Night Thoughts, night iii. line 63.

The world 's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span.[170:2] The World.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water, or but writes in dust. The World.

What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?[170:3] The World.

We are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. Tennyson: The Day Dream. (L' Envoi.)

Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished. Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 161.

As the case stands.[172:1] The Old Law. Act ii. Sc. 1.

On his last legs. The Old Law. Act v. Sc. 1.

Hold their noses to the grindstone.[172:2] Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3.

I smell a rat.[172:3] Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3.

A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.[172:4] The Phœnix. Act i. Sc. 1.

The better day, the better deed.[172:5] The Phœnix. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The worst comes to the worst.[172:6] The Phœnix. Act iii. Sc. 1.

'T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.[172:7] Michaelmas Term. Act iv. Sc. 1.

From thousands of our undone widows One may derive some wit.[172:8] A Trick to catch the Old One. Act i. Sc. 2.

Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.[172:9] The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Spick and span new.[172:10] The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3.

A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.[172:11] The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3.

Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering? The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3.

As true as I live. The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3.

From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.[173:1] A Mad World, my Masters. Act i. Sc. 3.

That disease Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.[173:2] The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1.

Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes. The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1.

There is no hate lost between us.[173:3] The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[173:4] The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.

Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[173:5] The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.

All is not gold that glisteneth.[173:6] A Fair Quarrel. Act v. Sc. 1.

'T is a stinger.[173:7] More Dissemblers besides Women. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The world 's a stage on which all parts are played.[173:8] A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1.

Turn over a new leaf.[174:1] Anything for a Quiet Life. Act iii. Sc. 3.

My nearest And dearest enemy.[174:2] Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 1.

This was a good week's labour. Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 3.

By many a happy accident.[174:3] No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 2.

How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! The Character of a Happy Life.

Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. The Character of a Happy Life.

Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.[174:4] The Character of a Happy Life.

You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies,— What are you when the moon[174:5] shall rise? On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.[174:6]

He first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife.

I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. Preface to the Elements of Architecture.

Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to. The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex.

The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[175:2] A Panegyric to King Charles.

Hic jacet hujus sententiæ primus author: Disputandi pruritus ecclesiarum scabies. Nomen alias quære