FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.

Whanne that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 1.

And smale foules maken melodie, That slepen alle night with open eye, So priketh hem nature in hir corages; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 9.

And of his port as meke as is a mayde. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 69.

He was a veray parfit gentil knight. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 72.

He coude songes make, and wel endite. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 95.

Ful wel she sange the service devine, Entuned in hire nose ful swetely; And Frenche she spake ful fayre and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte bowe, For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 122.

A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 287.

For him was lever han at his beddes hed A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. But all be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 295.

And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 310.

Nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as, And yet he semed besier than he was. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 323.

His studie was but litel on the Bible. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 440.

For gold in phisike is a cordial; Therefore he loved gold in special. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 445.

Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 493.

This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf,— That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 498.

But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, He taught; but first he folwed it himselve. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 529.

And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.[2:1] Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 565.

Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 733.

For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte. Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 1044.

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.[2:2] Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 1524.

Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie. Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 2275.

Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie. Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 2408.

To maken vertue of necessite.[3:1] Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 3044.

And brought of mighty ale a large quart. Canterbury Tales. The Milleres Tale. Line 3497.

Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be, That may both werken wel and hastily.[3:2] This wol be done at leisure parfitly.[3:3] Canterbury Tales. The Marchantes Tale. Line 585.

Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.[3:4] Canterbury Tales. The Reves Prologue. Line 3880.

The gretest clerkes ben not the wisest men. Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 4051.

So was hire joly whistle wel ywette. Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 4153.

In his owen grese I made him frie.[3:5] Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 6069.

And for to see, and eek for to be seie.[3:6] Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6134.

I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.[4:1] Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6154.

Loke who that is most vertuous alway, Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay To do the gentil dedes that he can, And take him for the gretest gentilman. Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6695.

That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis.[4:2] Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6752.

This flour of wifly patience. Canterbury Tales. The Clerkes Tale. Part v. Line 8797.

They demen gladly to the badder end. Canterbury Tales. The Squieres Tale. Line 10538.

Therefore behoveth him a ful long spone, That shall eat with a fend.[4:3] Canterbury Tales. The Squieres Tale. Line 10916.

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal. Canterbury Tales. The Frankeleines Prologue. Line 10998.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. Canterbury Tales. The Frankeleines Tale. Line 11789.

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.[4:4] Canterbury Tales. The Monkes Tale. Line 1449.

Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.[5:1] Canterbury Tales. The Nonnes Preestes Tale. Line 15058.

But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.[5:2] Canterbury Tales. The Chanones Yemannes Tale. Line 16430.

The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge. Canterbury Tales. The Manciples Tale. Line 17281.

The proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate.[5:3] Canterbury Tales. Persones Tale.

Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.[5:4] Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 470.

Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake. Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 1201.

For of fortunes sharpe adversite, The worst kind of infortune is this,— A man that hath been in prosperite, And it remember whan it passed is. Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1625.

He helde about him alway, out of drede, A world of folke. Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1721.

One eare it heard, at the other out it went.[6:1] Troilus and Creseide. Book iv. Line 435.

Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.[6:2] Troilus and Creseide. Book iv. Line 525.

I am right sorry for your heavinesse. Troilus and Creseide. Book v. Line 146.

Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie! Troilus and Creseide. Book v. Line 1798.

Your duty is, as ferre as I can gesse. The Court of Love. Line 178.

The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne,[6:3] Th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering. The Assembly of Fowles. Line 1.

For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere; And out of old bookes, in good faithe, Cometh al this new science that men lere. The Assembly of Fowles. Line 22.

Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord. The Assembly of Fowles. Line 379.

O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede? The Flower and the Leaf. Line 59.

Of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, Soch that men callen daisies in our toun. Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 41.

That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day, The emprise, and floure of floures all. Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 183.

For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.[6:4] The Ten Commandments of Love.

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul. Pope: Paraphrase of the Prologue, line 298.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Pope: Epistle ii. line 1.

And out of mind as soon as out of sight. Lord Brooke: Sonnet lvi.

Fer from eze, fer from herte, Quoth Hendyng. Hendyng: Proverbs, MSS. Circa 1320.

There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God, Than from theyr children to spare the rod.[8:1] Magnyfycence. Line 1954.

He ruleth all the roste.[8:2] Why Come ye not to Courte. Line 198.

In the spight of his teeth.[8:3] Colyn Cloute. Line 939.

He knew what is what.[8:4] Colyn Cloute. Line 1106.

By hoke ne by croke.[8:5] Colyn Cloute. Line 1240.

The wolfe from the dore. Colyn Cloute. Line 1531.

Old proverbe says, That byrd ys not honest That fyleth hys owne nest.[8:6] Poems against Garnesche.

The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, As sages in all times assert; The happy man 's without a shirt. Be Merry Friends.

Let the world slide,[9:1] let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low. Be Merry Friends.

All a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland. The Green Willow.

Haste maketh waste. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii.

Beware of, Had I wist.[9:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii.

Good to be merie and wise.[9:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii.

Beaten with his owne rod.[9:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii.

Look ere ye leape.[9:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii.

He that will not when he may, When he would he shall have nay.[9:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

The fat is in the fire.[9:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

When the sunne shineth, make hay. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

When the iron is hot, strike.[10:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

The tide tarrieth no man.[10:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

Than catch and hold while I may, fast binde, fast finde.[10:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

And while I at length debate and beate the bush, There shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes.[10:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

While betweene two stooles my taile goe to the ground.[10:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

So many heads so many wits.[10:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

Wedding is destiny, And hanging likewise.[10:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

Happy man, happy dole.[11:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv.

Like will to like. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv.

A hard beginning maketh a good ending. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv.

When the skie falth we shall have Larkes.[11:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv.

More frayd then hurt. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv.

Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.[11:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv.

Nothing is impossible to a willing hart. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv.

The wise man sayth, store is no sore. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v.

Let the world wagge,[11:4] and take mine ease in myne Inne.[11:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v.

Rule the rost.[11:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v.

Hold their noses to grinstone.[11:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v.

Better to give then to take.[11:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v.

When all candles bee out, all cats be gray. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v.

No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.[11:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v.

I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.[12:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. vi.

A sleveless errand.[12:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. vii.

We both be at our wittes end.[12:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii.

Reckeners without their host must recken twice. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii.

A day after the faire.[12:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii.

Cut my cote after my cloth.[12:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii.

The neer to the church, the further from God.[12:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix.

Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix.

Better is to bow then breake.[12:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix.

It hurteth not the toung to give faire words.[12:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix.

Two heads are better then one. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix.

A short horse is soone currid.[12:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

To tell tales out of schoole. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

To hold with the hare and run with the hound.[12:10] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.[13:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

All is well that endes well.[13:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Of a good beginning cometh a good end.[13:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Shee had seene far in a milstone.[13:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Better late than never.[13:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.[13:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Pryde will have a fall; For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.[13:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.[13:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

The still sowe eats up all the draffe.[13:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Ill weede growth fast.[13:10] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

It is a deere collop That is cut out of th' owne flesh.[14:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Beggars should be no choosers.[14:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.[14:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

The rolling stone never gathereth mosse.[14:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

To robbe Peter and pay Poule.[14:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

A man may well bring a horse to the water, But he cannot make him drinke without he will. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.[14:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.[14:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.[14:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.[15:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Rome was not built in one day. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Yee have many strings to your bowe.[15:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Many small make a great.[15:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Better is halfe a lofe than no bread. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Nought venter nought have.[15:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Children and fooles cannot lye.[15:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Set all at sixe and seven.[15:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

All is fish that comth to net.[15:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?[15:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

One good turne asketh another. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

By hooke or crooke.[15:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

She frieth in her owne grease.[16:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

I pray thee let me and my fellow have A haire of the dog that bit us last night.[16:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

But in deede, A friend is never knowne till a man have neede. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.

This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.[16:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i.

New brome swepth cleene.[16:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i.

All thing is the woorse for the wearing. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i.

Burnt child fire dredth.[16:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii.

All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.[16:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii.

Love me litle, love me long.[16:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii.

A fooles bolt is soone shot.[16:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iii.

A woman hath nine lives like a cat.[16:9] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv.

A peny for your thought.[16:10] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv.

You stand in your owne light. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv.

Though chaunge be no robbry. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv.

Might have gone further and have fared worse. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv.

The grey mare is the better horse.[17:1] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv.

Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.[17:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Small pitchers have wyde eares.[17:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Many hands make light warke. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.[17:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne.[17:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

There is no fire without some smoke.[17:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

One swallow maketh not summer.[17:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.[17:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

A cat may looke on a King. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.[18:1] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Have yee him on the hip.[18:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.[18:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

It had need to bee A wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.[18:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.[18:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Time trieth troth in every doubt.[18:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Mad as a march hare.[18:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Much water goeth by the mill That the miller knoweth not of.[18:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.[18:9] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

Set the cart before the horse.[18:10] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

The moe the merrier.[19:1] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.[19:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

It is better to be An old man's derling than a yong man's werling. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

Be the day never so long, Evermore at last they ring to evensong.[19:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

The moone is made of a greene cheese.[19:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

I know on which side my bread is buttred. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii.

It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.[19:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. viii.

Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee That wilfully will neither heare nor see?[19:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

The wrong sow by th' eare.[19:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.[19:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

Love me, love my dog.[19:9] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.[20:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix.

For when I gave you an inch, you tooke an ell.[20:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

Would yee both eat your cake and have your cake?[20:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

Every man for himselfe and God for us all.[20:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke.[20:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix.

This hitteth the naile on the hed.[20:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. xi.

Enough is as good as a feast.[20:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. xi.

Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i' the adage.

While the grass grows— The proverb is something musty. Shakespeare: Hamlet, act iii. sc. 4.

Thou out of Heaven's benediction comest To the warm sun. Shakespeare: Lear, act ii. sc. 2.

God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.[20:8] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry.

Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A Description of the Properties of Wind.

At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. The Farmer's Daily Diet.

Such, mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man.[21:1] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. April's Abstract.

Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. June's Abstract.

'T is merry in hall Where beards wag all.[21:2] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. August's Abstract.

Naught venture naught have.[21:3] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. October's Abstract.

Dry sun, dry wind; Safe bind, safe find.[21:4] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Washing.

The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.[21:5] The Paradise of Dainty Devices.

My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17.[22:1]

Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more: They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I have; they pine, I live. MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17.

My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find, As far exceeds all earthly bliss That God and Nature hath assigned. Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. Byrd: Psalmes, Sonnets, etc. 1588.

My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health. Robert Southwell (1560-1595): Loo Home.

I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Gammer Gurton's Needle.[22:2] Act ii.

Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act ii.

The Lord descended from above And bow'd the heavens high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. On cherubs and on cherubims Full royally he rode; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad. A Metrical Version of Psalm civ.

A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes. An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.[23:1]

Was never eie did see that face, Was never eare did heare that tong, Was never minde did minde his grace, That ever thought the travell long; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught. An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.

The gladsome light of jurisprudence. First Institute.

Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on Nature fix.[24:3] Translation of lines quoted by Coke.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing. Sonnet. Polyhymnia.

His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms. Sonnet. Polyhymnia.

My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse! Cupid's Curse.

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 Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.

Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not. Fain Would I.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.[25:1] The Silent Lover.

Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty: A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. The Silent Lover.

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

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.[26:1] Verses to Edmund Spenser.

Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout, Rather than live in snuff, will be put out. On the snuff of a candle the night before he died.—Raleigh's Remains, p. 258, ed. 1661.

Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust! Written the night before his death.—Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster.

Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell? Poem.

If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be?[26:2] Poem.

If she seem not chaste to me, What care I how chaste she be? Poem.

Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.[26:3]

Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.[27:1] Faerie Queene. Introduction. St. 1.

A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 1.

O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread! Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 9.

The noblest mind the best contentment has. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 35.

A bold bad man.[27:2] Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 37.

Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4.

Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall![27:3] Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 1.

As when in Cymbrian plaine An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,[27:4] And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 11.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 40.

That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd. Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

And is there care in Heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace? Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 1.

How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want! Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 2.

Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto xii. St. 70.

Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,[28:1] In hope her to attain by hook or crook.[28:2] Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto i. St. 17.

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,[28:3] And her conception of the joyous Prime. Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3.

Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew. Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6.

Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.[28:4] Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32.

For all that Nature by her mother-wit[29:1] Could frame in earth. Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x. St. 21.

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 43.

Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?[29:2] Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 42.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne; For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed As by his manners. Faerie Queene. Book vi. Canto iii. St. 1.

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might, And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright. Faerie Queene. Book vii. Canto xi. St. 33.

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make. An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132.

For all that faire is, is by nature good;[29:3] That is a signe to know the gentle blood. An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 139.

To kerke the narre from God more farre,[29:4] Has bene an old-sayd sawe; And he that strives to touche a starre Oft stombles at a strawe. The Shepheardes Calender. July. Line 97.

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. . . . . . . . . . [30]To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;[30:1] To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end, That doth his life in so long tendance spend! Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895.

What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie, To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature. Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see. Daphnaida, v. 407.

Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.[30:2] Amoretti, lxx.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.[30:3] Lines on his Promised Pension.[30:4]

Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, And blesseth her with his two happy hands. Epithalamion. Line 223.

But suffered idleness To eat his heart away. Bryant: Homer's Iliad, book i. line 319.

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses: Cupid paid. He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows: Loses them too. Then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple on his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes: She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morne not waking til she sings.[32:1] Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1.

A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.[34:6] The Revenger's Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1.

O wearisome condition of humanity! Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4.

And out of mind as soon as out of sight.[35:1] Sonnet lvi.

None ever loved but at first sight they loved.[35:2] The Blind Beggar of Alexandria.

An ill weed grows apace.[35:3] An Humorous Day's Mirth.

Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.[35:4] An Humorous Day's Mirth.

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair In that she never studied to be fairer Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing, Her virtues were so rare. All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1.

I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, Causing a spring of virtues where he shines. All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1.

Cornelia. What flowers are these? Gazetta. The pansy this. Cor. Oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts.[35:5] All Fools. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followers: To some she gives honour without deserving, To other some, deserving without honour.[35:6] All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1.

Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err. Monsieur D'Olive. Act i. Sc. 1.

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.[36:2] Monsieur D'Olive. Act v. Sc. 1.

Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words. The Gentleman Usher. Act iv. Sc. 1.

To put a girdle round about the world.[36:3] Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1.

His deeds inimitable, like the sea That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts Nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts. Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1.

So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.[36:4] Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1.

Who to himself is law no law doth need, Offends no law, and is a king indeed. Bussy D'Ambois. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Each natural agent works but to this end,— To render that it works on like itself. Bussy D'Ambois. Act iii. Sc. 1.

'T is immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven. Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act i. Sc. 1.

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air. Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1.

He is at no end of his actions blest Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best. Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act v. Sc. 1.

Words writ in waters.[37:1] Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2.

They 're only truly great who are truly good.[37:2] Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2.

As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose. Epilogue to Translations.

With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red: Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled. Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.

We thinke no greater blisse then such To be as be we would, When blessed none but such as be The same as be they should. Albion's England. Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68.

O Douglas, O Douglas! Tendir and trewe. The Buke of the Howlat.[38:4] Stanza xxxi.

Treason doth never prosper: what 's the reason? Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.[39:1] Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out thorough, and his frailty find.[39:2] History of the Civil War. Book iv. Stanza 84.

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear. Musophilus. Stanza 57.

And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world. Musophilus. Stanza 97.

This is the thing that I was born to do. Musophilus. Stanza 100.

And who (in time) knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?[39:3] Musophilus. Stanza 163.

Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man! To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born. To Delia. Sonnet 51.

Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had. (Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy.

For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain. (Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy.

The coast was clear.[40:1] Nymphidia.

When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. Ideas. An Allusion to the Eaglets. lxi.

Comparisons are odious.[40:2] Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I 'm armed with more than complete steel,— The justice of my quarrel.[40:3] Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?[40:4] Hero and Leander.

Come live with me, and be my love; And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

By shallow rivers, to whose falls[41:1] Melodious birds sing madrigals. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Act i.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. The Jew of Malta. Act i.

Love me little, love me long.[41:3] The Jew of Malta. Act iv.

When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. Faustus.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul:[41:4] see, where it flies! Faustus.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Faustus.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,[41:5] That sometime grew within this learnèd man. Faustus.

I would fain die a dry death. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

My library Was dukedom large enough. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

From the still-vexed Bermoothes. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Fill all thy bones with aches. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live. The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A very ancient and fish-like smell. The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1.

He that dies pays all debts. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

With foreheads villanous low. The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3.

And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face,[44:1] or a weathercock on a steeple. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4.

He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A man I am, cross'd with adversity. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Is she not passing fair? The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4.

How use doth breed a habit in a man![44:2] The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

Come not within the measure of my wrath. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

Mine host of the Garter. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

We burn daylight. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.

There 's the humour of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

This is the short and the long of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Unless experience be a jewel. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

We have some salt of our youth in us. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.[46:1] The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Happy man be his dole! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

As good luck would have it.[46:2] The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

A man of my kidney. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Think of that, Master Brook. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.

In his old lunes again. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.

Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.[47:1]

I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]

A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]

He arrests him on it; And follows close the rigour of the statute, To make him an example. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.[47:2] Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Palsied eld. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The cunning livery of hell. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[49:1] Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[49:3] Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.

We would, and we would not. Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.

A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

The pleasing punishment that women bear. The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Every why hath a wherefore.[50:1] The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.

One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy. The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man. The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.

Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

A very valiant trencher-man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

There 's a skirmish of wit between them. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

The gentleman is not in your books. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Benedick the married man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

He is of a very melancholy disposition. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

As merry as the day is long. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Speak low if you speak love. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,— One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sits the wind in that corner? Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Are you good men and true? Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The most senseless and fit man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

You shall comprehend all vagrom men. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

I know that Deformed. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Comparisons are odorous. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The eftest way. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Flat burglary as ever was committed. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Patch grief with proverbs. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Charm ache with air, and agony with words. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Some of us will smart for it. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

I was not born under a rhyming planet. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.

Done to death by slanderous tongues. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.

Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;[54:1] But like of each thing that in season grows. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

A high hope for a low heaven. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

That unlettered small-knowing soul. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

The rational hind Costard. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.

A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.

By my penny of observation. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A very beadle to a humorous sigh. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A buck of the first head. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

You two are book-men. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Dictynna, goodman Dull. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[56:1] And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

Let me take you a button-hole lower. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn[57:1] Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

For aught that I could ever read,[57:2] Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

Masters, spread yourselves. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

This is Ercles' vein. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

I am slow of study. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

That would hang us, every mother's son. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

The human mortals. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[57:3]

The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[58:1]

I 'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.[58:2] A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

My heart Is true as steel.[58:3] A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[58:4]

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Lord, what fools these mortals be! A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

The true beginning of our end.[59:1] A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

The best in this kind are but shadows. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine a sad one. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

He doth nothing but talk of his horse. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

I dote on his very absence. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

O Father Abram! what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of others! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The very staff of my age, my very prop. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

It is a wise father that knows his own child. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

An honest exceeding poor man. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

In the twinkling of an eye. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.

All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Must I hold a candle to my shames? The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

All that glisters is not gold.[62:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Young in limbs, in judgment old. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Even in the force and road of casualty. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.[63:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.

If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music.[63:2] The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, Reply. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of evil? The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue in his outward parts. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn.[64:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Let it serve for table-talk. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5.

A harmless necessary cat. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I never knew so young a body with so old a head. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, [65]When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Is it so nominated in the bond?[65:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

'T is not in the bond. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Speak me fair in death. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

An upright judge, a learned judge! The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

He is well paid that is well satisfied. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.