All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; The infant, mewling and puking, The whining school-boy, creeping like a snail to school; The lover, sighing like a furnace; The soldier seeking the bubble reputation; The justice full of wise saws and modern instances; Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Your If is the only peacemaker. That strain again-it had a dying fall: Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, As you like it, act ii. sc. 7. Twelfth Night, act i. sc. I. Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Ib., act ii. sc. 4. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Spirits are not finely touched, Ib., act iii. sc. 4 Ib., act ii. sc. 2. Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven, Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; Ib., act ii. sc. 2 Claudio. Death is a fearful thing. Isabella. And shamed life a hateful. Claudio. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; . . The weariest and most loathed worldly life, Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. Measure for Measure, act iii. sc. 1. Too early seen unknown, and known too late. Romeo and Juliet, act i. sc. 5. He jests at scars, who never felt a wound. Ib., act ii. sc. 2. What's in a name? That which we call a rose, I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. Ib., act iii. sc. 4. Ib., act v. sc. 3 Make instruments to scourge us. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman, To sleep! perchance, to dream ;-ay, there's the rub; That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear, Hamiet, act ni. sc. I ̧ (For other lines, see Handbook, par. 262.) The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, I will a round unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love. Othello, act i. εc. 3. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Of moving accidents by flood and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent-deadly breach. She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it;-yet she wish'd -She thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd: And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd. I do perceive here a divided duty. O most lame and impotent conclusion! Othello, act i. sc. 3. Ib., act i. sc. 3. Ib., act ii. sc. I. O that men should put an enemy into their mouths to steal away their Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something-nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. Trifles light as air, Ib., act iii. sc. 3. Are to the jealous confirmation strong As proofs of holy writ. Ib., act ii. sc. 3. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. Ib., act iii. sc. 3. Ib., act iv. sc. 2. Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips. I have done the state some service, and they know it. Ib., act v. sc. 2. Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that lov'd not wisely, but too well. Albeit unused to the melting mood. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Ib., act v. sc. 2. Ib., act v. sc. 2. Macbeth, act i. sc. 3. 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, |