As You Like It-Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

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

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

Act ii. Sc. 7.

And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,

In good set terms.

And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

"Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,

And thereby hangs a tale."

Motley's the only wear.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

If ladies be but young and fair,

They have the gift to know it.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

I must have liberty

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

Act ii. Sc. 7.

The why is plain as way to parish church.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

All the world's a stage

And all the men and women merely players:

As You Like It - - Continued.

They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.

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

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

Full of wise saws, and modern instances,

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.

Last scene of all,

That ends this strange, eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

Act i. Sc. 1.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation.

Act i. Sc. 1.

A very valiant trencherman.

Act i. Sc. 1.

A skirmish of wit between them.

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.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

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

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sits the wind in that corner?

Act ii. Sc. 3.

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

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Much Ado About Nothing-Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Every one can master a grief, but he that has it.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Are you good men and true?

Act iii. Sc. 3. .

To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but. to write and read comes by nature.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

Act iii. Sc. 5.

Comparisons are odorous.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

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

Act iv. Sc. 2.

A fellow that hath had losses.

Act v. Sc. 1.

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

3

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.

Act i. Sc. 1.

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

Act i. Sc. 1.

Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Act i. Sc. 1.

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

Act i. Sc. 2.

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

Act ii. Sc. 2.

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

Act ii. Sc. 2. /

I'll put a girdle round about the earth

In forty minutes.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

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

Act iii. Sc. 2.

So we grew together,

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.