And thereby hangs a tale. My cake is dough. The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, That I should love a bright particular star, All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1. The hind that would be mated by the lion Ibid. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Service is no heritage. He must needs go that the devil drives.1 My friends were poor but honest. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. Ibid. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, They say miracles are past. Sc. 3. Ibid. All the learned and authentic fellows. Ibid. A young man married is a man that's marr'd. Ibid. Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, No legacy is so rich as honesty. 1 See Heywood, page 18. Sc. 4. Act iii. Sc. 5. All impediments in fancy's course The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. If music be the food of love, play on; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 2 I am sure care 's an enemy to life. At my fingers' ends." Wherefore are these things hid? The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. Whose words all ears took captive. All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3. Act v. Sc. 3. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Ibid. The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.1 Ibid. Are motives of more fancy. Ibid. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Is it a world to hide virtues in? Ibid. One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. Sc. 5. We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Ibid 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. Ibid. 1 How noiseless falls the foot of time !-W. R. SPENCER Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. 2 "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was made at the suggestion of Pope. 3 See Heywood, page 12. Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Act . Sc. 3. Ibid. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Ibid. Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? Ibid. Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Ibid. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. Ibid. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Ibid. Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 4. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Ibid. An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Sc. 5. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Ibid. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Ibid. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Sc. 2. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. Sc. 4. Put thyself into the trick of singularity. Ibid 'Tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Ibid. This is very midsummer madness. Ibid. What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. Ibid. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Ibid. More matter for a May morning. Ibid. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Ibid. An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him. 1 Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce. Ibid.1 Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something. Out of the jaws of death.2 Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.1 Ibid.1 As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorbodue, That that is, is. Act iv. Sc. 2. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. For the rain it raineth every day. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, 1 Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce. Ibid. 2 Into the jaws of death. - TENNYSON: The Charge of the Light Brigade, stanza 3. In the jaws of death. — DU BARTAS: Divine Weekes and Workes, second week, first day, part iv. 3 Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. |