Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic Poet |
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Besides the advantages of his wit , he was in himself a good natured man , of
great sweetness in his manners , and a most agreeable companion ; so that it is
no wonder , if , with so many good qualities , he made himself acquainted with
the ...
Besides the advantages of his wit , he was in himself a good natured man , of
great sweetness in his manners , and a most agreeable companion ; so that it is
no wonder , if , with so many good qualities , he made himself acquainted with
the ...
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When you speak , sweet , I'd have you do it ever : when you sing , I'd have you
buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and , for the order of your affairs , To sing
them too : When you do dance , I wish you A wave o ' the sea , that you might ...
When you speak , sweet , I'd have you do it ever : when you sing , I'd have you
buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and , for the order of your affairs , To sing
them too : When you do dance , I wish you A wave o ' the sea , that you might ...
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H. IV . PT . II . i . 1 . ADVICE ( See also Caution ) . Fasten your ear to my advisings
. M. M. iii i . Obey thy parents ; keep thy word justly ; swear not ; commit not with
man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweet heart on proud array . K. L. iii . 4 .
H. IV . PT . II . i . 1 . ADVICE ( See also Caution ) . Fasten your ear to my advisings
. M. M. iii i . Obey thy parents ; keep thy word justly ; swear not ; commit not with
man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweet heart on proud array . K. L. iii . 4 .
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Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring , Unwholesome weeds take root with
precious flowers ; The adder hisseth where the sweet birds sing ; What virtue
breeds , iniquity devours . Poems . AMEN . Let me say , Amen , betimes , lest the
devil ...
Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring , Unwholesome weeds take root with
precious flowers ; The adder hisseth where the sweet birds sing ; What virtue
breeds , iniquity devours . Poems . AMEN . Let me say , Amen , betimes , lest the
devil ...
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The imaginary relish is so sweet , That it enchants my sense . T. C. iii . 2 .
ANTIQUITIES . What's to do i Shall we go see the reliques of this town ? T. N. iii .
3 . APOLOGIST . I have laboured for the poor gentleman , 19 ANG ANT
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The imaginary relish is so sweet , That it enchants my sense . T. C. iii . 2 .
ANTIQUITIES . What's to do i Shall we go see the reliques of this town ? T. N. iii .
3 . APOLOGIST . I have laboured for the poor gentleman , 19 ANG ANT
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Page 249 - But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 364 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 120 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 122 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Page 13 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 249 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 269 - 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 ! lago.
Page 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...