The Project Gutenberg EBook of Familiar Quotations, by John Bartlett This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Familiar Quotations A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern Literature Author: John Bartlett Release Date: January 25, 2009 [EBook #27889] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS *** Produced by Melissa Er-Raqabi, Aldarondo, the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net and the booksmiths at http://www.eBookForge.net FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS: A COLLECTION OF PASSAGES, PHRASES, AND PROVERBS TRACED TO THEIR SOURCES IN ANCIENT AND MODERN LITERATURE BY JOHN BARTLETT. "I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own." NINTH EDITION. BOSTON: LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. 1905. _Copyright, 1875, 1882, 1891, 1903,_ BY JOHN BARTLETT. UNIVERSITY PRESS: JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A. THIS EDITION IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE ASSISTANT EDITOR, REZIN A. WIGHT. PREFACE. "Out of the old fieldes cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere," And out of the fresh woodes cometh al these new flowres here. THE small thin volume, the first to bear the title of this collection, after passing through eight editions, each enlarged, now culminates in its ninth,--and with it, closes its tentative life. This extract from the Preface of the fourth edition is applicable to the present one:-- "It is not easy to determine in all cases the degree of familiarity that may belong to phrases and sentences which present themselves for admission; for what is familiar to one class of readers may be quite new to another. Many maxims of the most famous writers of our language, and numberless curious and happy turns from orators and poets, have knocked at the door, and it was hard to deny them. But to admit these simply on their own merits, without assurance that the general reader would readily recognize them as old friends, was aside from the purpose of this collection. Still, it has been thought better to incur the risk of erring on the side of fulness." With the many additions to the English writers, the present edition contains selections from the French, and from the wit and wisdom of the ancients. A few passages have been admitted without a claim to familiarity, but solely on the ground of coincidence of thought. I am under great obligations to M. H. MORGAN, Ph. D., of Harvard University, for the translation of Marcus Aurelius, and for the translation and selections from the Greek tragic writers. I am indebted to the kindness of Mr. DANIEL W. WILDER, of Kansas, for the quotations from Pilpay, with contributions from Diogenes Laertius, Montaigne, Burton, and Pope's Homer; to Dr. WILLIAM J. ROLFE for quotations from Robert Browning; to Mr. JAMES W. MCINTYRE for quotations from Coleridge, Shelley, Keats, Mrs. Browning, Robert Browning, and Tennyson. And I have incurred other obligations to friends for here a little and there a little. It gives me pleasure to acknowledge the great assistance I have received from Mr. A. W. STEVENS, the accomplished reader of the University Press, as this work was passing through the press. In withdrawing from this very agreeable pursuit, I beg to offer my sincere thanks to all who have assisted me either in the way of suggestions or by contributions; and especially to those lovers of this subsidiary literature for their kind appreciation of former editions. Accepted by scholars as an authoritative book of reference, it has grown with its growth in public estimation with each reissue. Of the last two editions forty thousand copies were printed, apart from the English reprints. The present enlargement of text equals three hundred and fifty pages of the previous edition, and the index is increased with upwards of ten thousand lines. CAMBRIDGE, March, 1891. INDEX OF AUTHORS. PAGE ADAMS, CHARLES F. 678 ADAMS, JOHN 429 JOHN, _note_ 529, 530 ADAMS, JOHN QUINCY 312, 458 ADAMS, SARAH FLOWER 606 ADDISON, JOSEPH 297 ADY, THOMAS 684 ÆSCHINES 810 ÆSCHYLUS 695 AGRICOLA, _note_ 686 AKENSIDE, MARK 391 ALANUS DE INSULIS, _note_ 5 ALDRICH, JAMES 639 ALI BEN TALEB 767 ALLEN, ELIZABETH A. 668 ALPHONSO THE WISE 768 AMELIA, PRINCESS 676 AMES, FISHER, _note_ 283 ARCHILOCHUS, _note_ 216 ARIOSTO, _note_ 552 ARISTIDES, _note_ 438 ARISTOPHANES, _note_ 731 ARISTOTLE, _note_ 267, 853 ARMSTRONG, JOHN 672 ARNOLD, MATTHEW 665 ARNOLD, SAMUEL J., _note_ 388 ARRIANUS, _note_ 704 ATHENÆUS 766 AVONMORE, LORD, _note_ 531 BACON, FRANCIS 164 BACON, LADY ANNE, _note_ 7 BAILEY, PHILIP JAMES 654 BAILLIE, JOANNA 674 BANCROFT, GEORGE, _note_ 531 BARBAULD, MRS. 433 BARÈRE, BERTRAND 804 BARHAM, R. H. 676 BARKER, THEODORE L. 682 BARNFIELD, RICHARD 175 BARRETT, EATON S. 676 BARRINGTON, GEORGE 445 BARROW, ISAAC, _note_ 299 BARRY, MICHAEL J. 680 BASSE, WILLIAM, _note_ 179 BAXTER, RICHARD 670 BAYARD, CHEVALIER, _note_ 21 BAYLE, PETER, _note_ 604 BAYLY, T. HAYNES 581 BEATTIE, JAMES 428 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 197 BEAUMONT, FRANCIS 196 BEAUMONT, JOHN, _note_ 478 BEE, BERNARD E. 860 BELL, ROBERT, _note_ 330 BELLAMY, G. W. 682 BELLINGHAUSEN, VON MÜNCH 806 BENTHAM, JEREMY 856 BENTLEY, RICHARD 284 BENTON, THOMAS H. 858 BERKELEY, BISHOP 312 BERNERS, JULIANA, _note_ 182 BERRY, DOROTHY, _note_ 484 BERTAUT, JEAN, _note_ 100 BERTIN, MADEMOISELLE, _note_ 811 BETTELHEIM, A. S., _note_ 170 BICKERSTAFF, ISAAC 427 BLACKER, COLONEL 588 BLACKMORE, RICHARD, _note_ 685 BLACKSTONE, SIR WILLIAM 392 BLAIR, ROBERT 354 BLAMIRE, SUSANNA 673 BLAND, ROBERT, _note_ 191 BOBART, JACOB, _note_ 688 BODINUS, _note_ 418 BODLEY, SIR THOMAS 368 BOETHIUS, _note_ 618 BOILEAU 799 BOLINGBROKE 304 BOOTH, BARTON 306 BORBONIUS, _note_ 321 BOURDILLON, FRANCIS W. 669 BRACTON 857 BRAINARD, JOHN G. C. 677 BRAMSTON, JAMES 352 BREEN, H. H., _note_ 409 BRERETON, JANE 312 BRETON, NICHOLAS, _note_ 33 BROMLEY, ISAAC H. 681 BROOKE, LORD 35 BROUGHAM, LORD 527 LORD, _note_ 426 BROWN, JOHN 380 BROWN, TOM 286 BROWNE, SIR THOMAS 217 BROWNE, WILLIAM 201 BROWNING, ELIZABETH B. 620 BROWNING, ROBERT 643 BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN 572 BRYDGES, SIR S. EGERTON 674 BUFFON, _note_ 186 BULFINCH, SAMUEL G., _note_ 488 BUNN, ALFRED 561 BUNSEN, CARL JOSIAS, _note_ 770 BUNYAN, JOHN 265 BURCHARD, SAMUEL D. 679 BURKE, EDMUND 407 BURNET, GILBERT, _note_ 610 BURNS, ROBERT 446 BURTON, ROBERT 185 BUSSY DE RABUTIN, _note_ 286 BUTLER, SAMUEL 209 SAMUEL, _note_ 361 BYRD, WILLIAM, _note_ 22 BYROM, JOHN 351 BYRON, LORD 539 CALHOUN, JOHN C. 529 CALLIMACHUS 496 CAMPBELL, LORD, _note_ 418, 528 CAMPBELL, THOMAS 512 CAMDEN, WILLIAM 684 CAMBRONNE 810 CANNING, GEORGE 464 CAREW, THOMAS 200 CAREY, HENRY 285 CARLYLE, THOMAS 577 CARPENTER, JOSEPH E. 680 CARRUTHERS, ROBERT, _note_ 528 CATINAT, MARSHAL, _note_ 740 CATULLUS, _note_ 306 CENTLIVRE, SUSANNAH 671 CERVANTES 784 CHANNING, WILLIAM E. 655 CHAPMAN, GEORGE 35 CHARLES I., _note_ 398 CHARRON, _note_ 317 CHASE, SALMON P. 619 CHAUCER, GEOFFREY 1 CHERRY, ANDREW 453 CHESTERFIELD, EARL OF 352 CHILD, LYDIA MARIA 596 CHOATE, RUFUS 588 CHORLEY, HENRY F. 667 CHRISTY, DAVID 854 CHURCH, BENJAMIN, _note_ 513 CHURCHILL, CHARLES 412 CIBBER, COLLEY 295 COLLEY, _note_ 294 CICERO 705 CLARENDON, EDWARD HYDE 255 CLARKE, JOHN, _note_ 568 CLARKE, MACDONALD 582 CLAY, HENRY, _note_ 505 CLEVELAND, GROVER 669 CODRINGTON, CHRISTOPHER, _note_ 295 COKE, SIR EDWARD 24 COLERIDGE, HARTLEY 677 COLERIDGE, S. TAYLOR 498 S. TAYLOR, _note_ 481 COLLINS, WILLIAM 389 COLMAN, GEORGE 454 COLTON, C. C. 675 CONGREVE, WILLIAM 294 CONSTABLE, HENRY, _note_ 484 CONSTANT, HENRY B. 806 COOK, ELIZA 654 COOPER, J. FENIMORE, _note_ 580 CORNUEL, MADAME, _note_ 740 COTTON, NATHANIEL 362 COWLEY, ABRAHAM 260 COWPER, WILLIAM 413 CRABBE, GEORGE 443 CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER P. 653 CRANFIELD, _note_ 210 CRASHAW, RICHARD 258 CRAWFORD, ANNE 673 CRISTYNE, _note_ 12 CROCKETT, DAVID 852 CROKER, JOHN W., _note_ 284 CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN 537 CURRAN, JOHN P. 855 CURTIUS, QUINTUS, _note_ 25 D'ABRANTES, DUC 806 D'ABRANTES, MADAME, _note_ 718 DALRYMPLE, SIR JOHN, _note_ 550 DANCE, CHARLES 677 DANIEL, SAMUEL 39 DANTE 769 DANTON, _note_ 28 DARWIN, CHARLES 622 DARWIN, ERASMUS 424 ERASMUS, _note_ 426 DAVENANT, SIR WILLIAM 217 DAVIE, ADAM, _note_ 21 DAVIES, SCROPE 682 DAVIES, SIR JOHN 175 DAVIS, JEFFERSON 679 DAVIS, THOMAS O. 680 DE BENSERADE, ISAAC 794 DEBRETT, JOHN, _note_ 432 DECATUR, STEPHEN 675 DE CAUX, _note_ 396 DEFFAND, MADAME DU 801 DEFOE, DANIEL 286 DEKKER, THOMAS 181 DE LA FERTÉ, _note_ 430 DE LIGNE 803 DE L'ISLE, JOSEPH R. 804 DEMODOCUS, _note_ 400 DE MORGAN, _note_ 290 DEMOSTHENES 855 DENHAM, SIR JOHN 257 DENMAN, LORD 527 DENNIS, JOHN 282 DE QUINCEY, _note_ 365 DIBDIN, CHARLES 436 DIBDIN, THOMAS 675 DICKENS, CHARLES 652 DICKINSON, JOHN 426 DICKMAN, FRANKLIN J., _note_ 589 DIDACUS STELLA, _note_ 185 DIOGENES LAERTIUS 757 DIONYSIUS OF HALICARNASSUS, _note_ 304 DIONYSIUS THE ELDER 700 DISRAELI, BENJAMIN 607 DIX, JOHN A. 678 DODDRIDGE, PHILIP 359 DODSLEY, ROBERT 671 DOMETT, ALFRED 642 DONNE, JOHN 177 DOWLING, BARTHOLOMEW 641 DRAKE, JOSEPH RODMAN 573 DRAYTON, MICHAEL 40 DRENNAN, WILLIAM 855 DRUMMOND, THOMAS 582 DRUMMOND, WILLIAM 196 WILLIAM _note_ 170 DRYDEN, JOHN 267 DU BARTAS 780 DUFFERIN, LADY 611 DUMAS, ALEXANDRE 809 DUNCOMBE, LEWIS, _note_ 459 D'URFEY, _note_ 348 DWIGHT, TIMOTHY 674 DYER, EDWARD 22 DYER, JOHN 358 DYER ---- 672 EASTWICK, _note_ 437 EDGEWORTH, MARIA, _note_ 283 EDWARDS, RICHARD 21 EDWARDS, THOMAS 671 EDWIN, JOHN 439 ELLIOT, JARED 392 ELLIOTT, JANE 393 ELLIS, GEORGE, _note_ 175 ELLIS, HENRY 675 EMERSON, RALPH WALDO 598 RALPH WALDO, _note_ 511 EMMET, ROBERT 675 ENGLISH, THOMAS DUNN 680 EPICTETUS 742 ERASMUS, _note_ 3, 5, 216, 720 ESTIENNE, HENRI, _note_ 379 EURIPIDES 697 EURIPIDES, _note_ 277 EVERETT, DAVID 459 EVERETT, EDWARD 571 FABER, FREDERICK W. 653 FANSHAWE, CATHERINE M. 674 FARQUHAR, GEORGE 305 FÉNELON, _note_ 353 FERRIAR, JOHN 456 FIELD, NATHANIEL 670 FIELDING, HENRY 362 FINCH, FRANCIS M. 668 FITZ-GEFFREY, CHARLES, _note_ 305 FLETCHER, ANDREW 281 FLETCHER, JULIA A. 642 FLETCHER, JOHN 183 FLETCHER, PHINEAS, _note_ 327 FOOTE, SAMUEL 391 FORD, JOHN 670 FORDYCE, JAMES 391 FORTESCUE, JOHN 7 FOUCHÉ, JOSEPH 805 FOURNIER, _note_ 310 FOX, CHARLES J., _note_ 364 FOX, JOHN, _note_ 484 FRANCIS THE FIRST 807 FRANCK, RICHARD, _note_ 305 FRANKLIN, BENJAMIN 359 FRANKLIN, KATE 682 FRENEAU, PHILIP 443 FRERE, J. HOOKHAM 462 FROTHINGHAM, RICHARD, _note_ 360 FULLER, THOMAS 221 THOMAS, _note_ 484 GAGE, THOMAS, _note_ 495 GARRICK, DAVID 387 GARRISON, WILLIAM L. 605 GARTH, SAMUEL 295 SAMUEL, _note_ 181 GASCOIGNE, GEORGE, _note_ 10 GAY, JOHN 347 GETTY, REV. DR., _note_ 631 GIBBON, EDWARD 430 GIBBONS, THOMAS 672 GIFFORD, RICHARD 393 GOETHE, WOLFGANG VON 803 GOLDSMITH, OLIVER 394 OLIVER, _note_ 310, 592 GOOGE, BARNABY 5, 7 GORGIAS, _note_ 578 GOSSON, STEPHEN, _note_ 731 GOWER, JOHN, _note_ 13 GRAFTON, RICHARD 684 GRANGER, JAMES, _note_ 395 GRANT, ANNE 674 GRANT, ULYSSES S. 664 GRAVES, RICHARD 672 RICHARD, _note_ 295 GRAY, THOMAS 381 GREEN, MATTHEW 354 GREENE, ALBERT G. 596 GREENE, ROBERT, _note_ 190 GRESWELL, _note_ 332 GREVILLE, MRS. 389 GRIFFIN, GERALD 678 GUALTIER, PHILLIPPE, _note_ 64 GUARINI, _note_ 495 HABINGTON, WILLIAM 515 HAKEWILL, GEORGE 683 GEORGE, _note_ 169 HALE, EDWARD E. 681 HALIBURTON, THOMAS C. 580 HALL, BISHOP 182 HALL, ROBERT 457 HALLECK, FITZ-GREENE 561 HALLIWELL, JAMES O. 853 JAMES O., _note_ 596 HAMILTON, ALEXANDER, _note_ 532 HAMMOND, J. H. 678 HANNAH, J., _note_ 22 HARE, JULIUS, _note_ 268 HARRINGTON, SIR JOHN 39 HARRISON, WILLIAM 684 HARTE, FRANCIS BRET 669 HARVEY, STEPHEN 670 HAWKER, ROBERT 674 HAWKER, ROBERT S., _note_ 687 HAYES, EDWARD, _note_ 588 HAYES, RUTHERFORD B. 665 HEATH, LEONARD 666 HEBER, REGINALD 535 HEGGE, ROBERT, _note_ 181 HEMANS, FELICIA D. 569 HÉNAULT, _note_ 325 HENDYNG, _note_ 7 HENRY, MATHEW 282 HENRY, PATRICK 429 HENSHAW, JOSEPH 263 HERBERT, GEORGE 204 HERODOTUS, _note_ 696, 807 HERRICK, ROBERT 201 HERVEY, THOMAS K. 589 HESIOD 692 HEYWOOD, JOHN 8 HEYWOOD, THOMAS 194 HILL, AARON 313 HILL, ROWLAND 673 HIPPOCRATES 700 HOBBES, THOMAS 200 HOFFMAN, CHARLES F. 678 HOLCROFT, THOMAS 673 HOLLAND, SIR RICHARD 38 HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL 635 HOME, JOHN 392 HOOD, THOMAS 583 HOOKER, JOSEPH 680 HOOKER, RICHARD 31 HOOPER, ELLEN STURGIS 654 HOPKINS, CHARLES, _note_ 581 HOPKINSON, JOSEPH 465 HORACE 706 HORNE, BISHOP 853 HORNE, RICHARD H. 604 HOWARD, SAMUEL 672 HOWELL, JAMES, _note_ 191, 208, 581 HOWITT, MARY 605 HOYLE, EDMUND 861 HUME, DAVID 854 DAVID, _note_ 593, 685 HUNT, LEIGH 536 HURD, RICHARD 673 HURDIS, JAMES 454 HUTCHESON, FRANCIS 856 INGRAM, JOHN K. 681 IRVING, WASHINGTON 536 JACKSON, ANDREW 458 JAMES, G. P. R. 678 JAMES, PAUL M. 528 JEFFERSON, THOMAS 434 JEFFERYS, CHARLES 611 JERROLD, DOUGLAS 597 JOHNSON, ANDREW 678 JOHNSON, SAMUEL 365 SAMUEL, _note_ 185, 294, 711 JONES, SIR WILLIAM 437 JONSON, BEN 177 JUVENAL 721 KEATS, JOHN 574 KEBLE, JOHN 569 KEMBLE, FRANCES ANNE 641 KEMBLE, J. P. 445 KEMPIS, THOMAS À 7 KEN, THOMAS 278 KENNEY, JAMES 676 KENRICK, WILLIAM, _note_ 450 KEPLER, JOHN 670 KEY, FRANCIS S. 517 KEY, T. H., _note_ 560 KING, WILLIAM, _note_ 217 KINGLAKE, JOHN A. 860 KINGSLEY, CHARLES 664 KNIGHT, CHARLES, _note_ 616 KNOLLES, RICHARD, _note_ 267 KNOWLES, JAMES S. 676 KNOX, WILLIAM 561 KOTZEBUE, VON 805 LA FONTAINE 797 LAMB, CHARLES 508 CHARLES, _note_ 274 LANDOR, WALTER S. 511 LANGFORD, G. W. 683 LANGHORNE, JOHN 427 LA ROCHEFOUCAULD 794 LAYARD, AUSTEN H. 642 LEE, HENRY 445 LEE, NATHANIEL 281 LEIGHTON, ARCHBISHOP, _note_ 379 LEMON, MARK 679 LE SAGE 800 L'ESTRANGE, ROGER 670 LEUTSCH AND SCHNEIDEWIN, _note_ 793 LIGNE, PRINCE DE 803 LINCOLN, ABRAHAM 622 LINLEY, GEORGE 586 LINSCHOTEN, HUGH VAN 861 LIVY, _note_ 13 LLOYD, DAVID, _note_ 310 LOCKHART, JOHN G. 677 JOHN G., _note_ 427, 490 LOGAN, JOHN 438 LOGAU, FRIEDRICH VON 793 LONGFELLOW, HENRY W. 612 LOVELACE, RICHARD 259 LOVER, SAMUEL 582 LOWE, JOHN 673 LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL 656 LOWTH, ROBERT 672 LUCRETIUS 706 LYDGATE, JOHN, _note_ 5 LUTHER, MARTIN 770 LYLY, JOHN 31 LYTTELTON, LORD 377 LYTTON, SIR E. BULWER 606 MACAULAY, THOMAS B. 589 THOMAS B., _note_ , 332, 610, 855 MACKAY, CHARLES 653 MACKINTOSH, JAMES 457 JAMES, _note_ 291 MACKLIN, CHARLES 350 MADDEN, SAMUEL 314 MAHON, LORD 860 LORD, _note_ 364, 474 MANNERS, LORD JOHN 680 MARCUS AURELIUS 749 MARCY, WILLIAM L. 676 MARKHAM, GERVASE, _note_ 187 MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER 40 MARMION, SHAKERLEY, _note_ 171 MARTIAL 722 MARTIN, HENRI 807 MARVELL, ANDREW 262 MASON, WILLIAM 393 MASSINGER, PHILIP 194 MCMASTER, JOHN B., _note_ 435 MAULE 857 MEE, WILLIAM 682 MELCHIOR, _note_ 171 MENANDER, _note_ 390 MERRICK, JAMES 390 MEURIER, GABRIEL, _note_ 80 MICHELANGELO 769 MICKLE, WILLIAM J. 426 MIDDLETON, THOMAS 172 MILLER, WILLIAM 679 MILMAN, HENRY HART 564 MILNES, RICHARD M. 634 MILTON, JOHN 223 MIMNERMUS 699 MINER, CHARLES 528 MOLIÈRE 797 MONNOYE, BERNARD DE LA, _note_ 400 MONTAGU, MARY WORTLEY 350 MARY WORTLEY, _note_ 461 MONTAIGNE 774 MONTGOMERY, JAMES 496 MONTGOMERY, ROBERT 610 MONTROSE, MARQUIS OF 257 MOORE, CLEMENT C. 527 MOORE, EDWARD 377 MOORE, THOMAS 518 MORE, HANNAH 437 MORE, SIR THOMAS, _note_ 30, 100 MORELL, THOMAS, _note_ 281 MORGAN, M. H. 860 MORRIS, CHARLES 432 MORRIS, GEORGE P. 595 MORTON, THOMAS 457 MOSS, THOMAS 433 MOTHERWELL, WILLIAM 580 MUHLENBERG, WILLIAM A. 678 MULOCK, DINAH M. 667 MÜNSTER, ERNST F. 807 MURPHY, ARTHUR 393 NAIRNE, LADY 458 NAPIER, SIR W. F. P. 537 NAPOLEON BONAPARTE 811 NAPOLEON, LOUIS 810 NASH, THOMAS 861 NELSON, HORATIO 446 NEWTON, ISAAC 278 NOEL, THOMAS 683 NORRIS, JOHN 281 NORTHBROOKE, _note_ 17 NORTON, CAROLINE E. S. 679 O'HARA, KANE 672 O'HARA, THEODORE 681 O'KEEFE, JOHN 673 O'KELLEY, CAPTAIN 855 OLDHAM, JOHN 366 OLDYS, WILLIAM 671 OLIPHANT, THOMAS, _note_ 685 OMAR KHAYYÁM 768 O'MEARA, BARRY E. 675 ORRERY, ROGER B., _note_ 258 ORTIN, JOB, _note_ 359 OTWAY, THOMAS 280 OVERBURY, SIR THOMAS 193 OVID 707 OXENSTIERN, _note_ 195 PAINE, ROBERT TREAT 675 PAINE, THOMAS 431 THOMAS, _note_ 605 PALEY, WILLIAM 673 PANAT, CHEVALIER DE 811 PARDOE, JULIA 680, 860 PARKER, MARTYN 176 PARKER, THEODORE 639 PARNELL, THOMAS 305 PASCAL 798 PASCAL, _note_ 169 PAYNE, J. HOWARD 568 PEELE, GEORGE 24, 184, 530 PERCIVAL, JAMES G. 677 PERCY, THOMAS 404 PERRY, OLIVER H. 676 PERSIUS, _note_ 188, 305 PETRARCH, _note_ 295 PHÆDRUS 715 PHILIPS, AMBROSE 671 PHILIPS, JOHN 671 PHILLIPS, CHARLES 677 PHILLIPS, WENDELL 641 PHILOSTRATUS, _note_ 179 PIERPONT, JOHN 538 PILPAY 691 PINCKNEY, CHARLES C. 673 PIOZZI, MADAME, _note_ 560, 806 PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM 364 PITT, WILLIAM 453 PITT, WILLIAM (THE YOUNGER) 510 PLATO, _note_ 317 PLAUTUS 700 PLAYFORD, JOHN 684 PLINY THE ELDER 716 PLINY THE YOUNGER 748 PLUTARCH 722 POE, EDGAR A. 640 POLLOK, ROBERT 588 POMFRET, JOHN 289 POMPADOUR, MADAME DE, _note_ 205 POPE, ALEXANDER 314 POPE, WALTER 670 PORTER, HORACE 682 PORTER, MRS. DAVID 682 PORTEUS, BEILBY 425 POTTER, HENRY C. 668 POWELL, SIR JOHN 278 PRAED, WINTHROP M. 595 PRIESTLEY, JOSEPH 858 PRIOR, JAMES, _note_ 412 PRIOR, MATTHEW 287 PROCLUS, _note_ 740, 811 PROCTER, BRYAN W. 538 PUBLIUS SYRUS 708 PULTENEY, WILLIAM 671 QUARLES, FRANCIS 203 QUINCY, JOSIAH, JR. 436 QUINCY, JOSIAH 505 QUINTILIAN 721 QUITARD, _note_ 176 RABELAIS 770 RACINE, _note_ 391, 704 RADCLIFFE, ANN 456 RALEIGH, SIR WALTER 25 RAMSAY, ALLAN 671 RANDALL, H. S. 859 RANKE, LEOPOLD, _note_ 770 RANSFORD, EDWIN 683 RASPE, _note_ 739 RAVENSCROFT, THOMAS 683 RAY, WILLIAM, _note_ 216 RHODES, WILLIAM B. 388 RICHARDS, AMELIA B., _note_ 533 ROBINSON, MARY 674 ROCHESTER, EARL OF 279 ROGERS, SAMUEL 455 ROLAND, MADAME 804 ROSCOMMON, EARL OF 278 ROUSSEAU 802 ROWE, NICHOLAS 301 ROYDON, MATHEW 23 RUMBOLD, RICHARD 682 RUSSELL, W. S. 860 SAINT AUGUSTINE 767 SAINT SIMON, _note_ 189 SALA, GEORGE A., _note_ 463 SALES, SAINT FRANCIS DE, _note_ 372 SALIS, VON 805 SALLUST, _note_ 167 SALVANDY, COMTE DE 811 SANDYS, SIR EDWIN, _note_ 314 SARGENT, EPES 679 SAVAGE, RICHARD 354 SCARRON, _note_ 216 SCHELLING 807 SCHIDONI 793 SCHILLER 804 SCOTT, SIR WALTER 487 SIR WALTER, _note_ 852 SCOTT, WINFIELD 676 SEARS, EDMUND H. 640 SEBASTIANI, GENERAL 809 SEDAINE, MICHEL J. 803 SEDLEY, CHARLES 671 SELDEN, JOHN 194 SELVAGGI, _note_ 271 SENECA 714 SÉVIGNÉ, MADAME DE, _note_ 740, 801 SEWALL, HARRIET W. 680 SEWALL, JONATHAN M. 439 SEWARD, THOMAS, _note_ 189 SEWARD, WILLIAM H. 595 SEWELL, GEORGE 671 SHAFTESBURY, EARL OF, _note_ 578 SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM 42 SHARMAN, JULIAN, _note_ 12 SHEFFIELD 279 SHELLEY, PERCY B. 564 PERCY B., _note_ 592 SHENSTONE, WILLIAM 379 SHERES, SIR HENRY, _note_ 13 SHERMAN, WILLIAM T. 681 SHERIDAN, R. BRINSLEY 440 SHIRLEY, JAMES 209 SIDNEY, ALGERNON 264 SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP 34 SILIUS ITALICUS, _note_ 207 SIRMOND, JOHN 793 SISMONDI 807 SKELTON, JOHN 8 SMART, CHRISTOPHER 363 SMITH, ADAM 858 SMITH, ALEXANDER 667 SMITH, CAPTAIN JOHN, _note_ 495 SMITH, EDMUND, _note_ 333 SMITH, HORACE 517 SMITH, JAMES 510 SMITH, SAMUEL F. 619 SMITH, SEBA 568 SMITH, SYDNEY 459 SMOLLETT, TOBIAS 392 SMYTH, WILLIAM, _note_ 391 SOCRATES, _note_ 63 SOMERVILLE, WILLIAM, _note_ 314 SOPHOCLES 696 SOPHOCLES, _note_ 593 SORBIENNE, _note_ 286 SOUTH, ROBERT, _note_ 310 SOUTHERNE, THOMAS 282 SOUTHEY, ROBERT 506, 853 SOUTHWELL, ROBERT, _note_ 22 SPARKS, JARED, _note_ 717 SPENCER, HERBERT 681 SPENCER, WILLIAM R. 464 SPENSER, EDMUND 27 SPRAGUE, CHARLES 564 STAËL, MADAME DE, _note_ 174, 807 STEELE, SIR RICHARD 297 STEERS, FANNY 682 STERNE, LAURENCE 378 STERNHOLD, THOMAS 23 STEVENS, GEORGE A. 672 STILES, EZRA 859 STILL, BISHOP 22 STOLBERG, CHRISTIAN, _note_ 503 STORY, JOSEPH 675 STOUGHTON, WILLIAM 266 STOWELL, LORD 437 SUCKLING, SIR JOHN 256 SUETONIUS, _note_ 307 SUMNER, CHARLES 859 SWIFT, JONATHAN 289 TACITUS 747 TALFOURD, THOMAS N. 577 TANEY, ROGER B. 675 TATE AND BRADY 851 TAYLOR, BAYARD 666 TAYLOR, HENRY 594 TAYLOR, JANE AND ANN 534 TAYLOR, JEREMY, _note_ 169, 193 TAYLOR, JOHN 670 JOHN, _note_ 20 TEMPLE, SIR WILLIAM 266 TENNYSON, ALFRED 623 TERENCE 702 TERTULLIAN 756 THEOBALD, LOUIS 352 THEOCRITUS, _note_ 349 THEOGNIS 694 THOMAS, FREDERICK W. 679 THOMSON, JAMES 355 THRALE, MRS. 432 THUCYDIDES, _note_ 726 THURLOW, LORD 426 TIBULLUS, _note_ 106 TICKELL, THOMAS 313 TILLOTSON, JOHN 266 TITUS, COLONEL, _note_ 352 TOBIN, JOHN 463 TOLOWIEZ, _note_ 767 TOPLADY, AUGUSTUS M., _note_ 432 TOURNEUR, CYRIL 34 TOWNLEY, JAMES 380 TRUMBULL, JOHN 439 TUCKER, DEAN 858 TUKE, SAMUEL 670 TUPPER, MARTIN F. 640 TUSSER, THOMAS 20 UHLAND, JOHANN L. 806 UNKNOWN AUTHORS 707 USTERI, J. M. 805 VALERIUS MAXIMUS 622 VANBRUGH, SIR JOHN 684 VAN BUREN, MARTIN, _note_ 364 VANDYK, H. S. 678 VARRO, _note_ 167 VAUGHAN, HENRY 263 VAUVENARGUES 803 VEGETIUS, _note_ 425 VENNING, RALPH 262 VILLON 769 VIRGIL, _note_ 185, 720, 810 VOLNEY, _note_ 592 VOLTAIRE 800 VOSS, J. H., _note_ 811 WADE, J. A. 594 WALKER, WILLIAM 265 WALLACE, HORACE B., _note_ 361 WALLER, EDMUND 219 WALPOLE, HORACE 389 HORACE, _note_ 592 WALPOLE, SIR ROBERT 304 SIR ROBERT, _note_ 592 WALTON, IZAAK 206 WARBURTON, THOMAS 859 WARNER, WILLIAM 38 WARD, THOMAS 857 WARTON, THOMAS 403 WASHINGTON, GEORGE 425 WATSON, WILLIAM 855 WATTS, ISAAC 301 WEBSTER, DANIEL 529 WEBSTER, JOHN 180 WELBY, AMELIA B. 681 WELLINGTON, DUKE OF 463 WELLS, WILLIAM V. 858 WESLEY, CHARLES 672 WESLEY, JOHN 359 WHETSTONE, GEORGE, _note_ 14 WHEWELL, WILLIAM 169 WHITE, HENRY KIRKE, _note_ 592 WHITTIER, JOHN G. 618 WIGHT, REZIN A. 854 WILDE, RICHARD H. 677 WILLARD, EMMA 676 WILLIAMS, HELEN M. 674 WILLIAMS, ROGER 208 WILLIS, NATHANIEL P. 655 NATHANIEL P., _note_ 580 WILSON, ALEXANDER 860 WILSON, JOHN, _note_ 558 WILSON, MRS. C. B. 677 WINSLOW, EDWARD, _note_ 283 WINTHROP, JOHN 670 WINTHROP, ROBERT C. 638 WITHER, GEORGE 199 WOLCOT, JOHN 431 WOLFE, CHARLES 563 WOLFE, JAMES 673 WOODWORTH, SAMUEL 537 WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM 465 WOTTON, SIR HENRY 174 WROTHER, MISS 683 WYCHERLEY, WILLIAM, _note_ 452 YALDEN, THOMAS, _note_ 181 YONGE, NICHOLAS, _note_ 711 YOUNG, EDWARD 306 YOUNG, SIR JOHN, _note_ 177 ZAMOYSKI, JAN 810 ZOUCH, THOMAS, _note_ 209 ANONYMOUS BOOKS CITED. PAGE ANNALS OF SPORTING 855 BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA, _note_ 282 BIOGRAPHIA DRAMATICA, _note_ 347 BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER 850 BRITISH PRINCES 685 CUPID'S WHIRLIGIG, _note_ 446 DEUTSCHE RECHTS ALTERTHÜMER 858 DRUNKEN BARNABY'S FOUR JOURNEYS 856 ENCYCLOPÆDIA BRITANNICA, _note_ 784 GESTA ROMANORUM 802 HEALTH TO THE GENTLE PROFESSION OF SERVING-MEN, _note_ 360 HISTORY OF THE FAMILY OF COURTENAY, _note_ 802 LETTERS OF JUNIUS 688 MARRIAGE OF WIT AND WISDOM 859 MENAGIANA, _note_ 793 NEW ENGLAND PRIMER 687 PIERRE PATELIN, _note_ 771 REGIMEN SANITATIS SALERNITANUM, _note_ 293 RETURN FROM PARNASSUS 684 SPECTATOR 857 THE BIBLE 812 THE EXAMINER, MAY 31, 1829, _note_ 313 THE MOCK ROMANCE, _note_ 217 THE NATION, _note_ 532 THE SKYLARK 854 WHEELER'S MAGAZINE, _note_ 690 FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. GEOFFREY CHAUCER. 1328-1400. (_From the text of Tyrwhitt._) 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._ FOOTNOTES: [2-1] In allusion to the proverb, "Every honest miller has a golden thumb." [2-2] Fieldes have eies and woodes have eares.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ Wode has erys, felde has sigt.--_King Edward and the Shepard, MS. Circa 1300._ Walls have ears.--HAZLITT: _English Proverbs, etc._ (_ed. 1869_) _p. 446._ [3-1] Also in _Troilus and Cresseide, line 1587._ To make a virtue of necessity.--SHAKESPEARE: _Two Gentlemen of Verona, act iv. sc. 2._ MATTHEW HENRY: _Comm. on Ps. xxxvii._ DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite._ In the additions of Hadrianus Julius to the _Adages_ of Erasmus, he remarks, under the head of _Necessitatem edere_, that a very familiar proverb was current among his countrymen,--"Necessitatem in virtutem commutare" (To make necessity a virtue). Laudem virtutis necessitati damus (We give to necessity the praise of virtue).--QUINTILIAN: _Inst. Orat. i. 8. 14._ [3-2] Haste makes waste.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbs, part i. chap. ii._ Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 357._ [3-3] Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty.--PLUTARCH: _Life of Pericles._ [3-4] E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.--GRAY: _Elegy, Stanza 23._ [3-5] Frieth in her own grease.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbs, part i. chap. xi._ [3-6] To see and to be seen.--BEN JONSON: _Epithalamion, st. iii. line 4._ GOLDSMITH: _Citizen of the World, letter 71._ Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsæ (They come to see; they come that they themselves may be seen).--OVID: _The Art of Love, i. 99._ [4-1] Consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never entrusts his life to one hole only.--PLAUTUS: _Truculentus, act iv. sc. 4._ The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul. POPE: _Paraphrase of the Prologue, line 298._ [4-2] Handsome is that handsome does.--GOLDSMITH: _Vicar of Wakefield, chap. i._ [4-3] Hee must have a long spoon, shall eat with the devill.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.--SHAKESPEARE: _Comedy of Errors, act iv. sc. 3._ [4-4] Thales was asked what was very difficult; he said, "To know one's self."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Thales, ix._ Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. POPE: _Epistle ii. line 1._ [5-1] Murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2._ [5-2] Tyrwhitt says this is taken from the _Parabolae_ of ALANUS DE INSULIS, who died in 1294,--Non teneas aurum totum quod splendet ut aurum (Do not hold everything as gold which shines like gold). All is not golde that outward shewith bright.--LYDGATE: _On the Mutability of Human Affairs._ Gold all is not that doth golden seem.--SPENSER: _Faerie Queene, book ii. canto viii. st. 14._ All that glisters is not gold.--SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 7._ GOOGE: _Eglogs, etc., 1563._ HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._ All is not gold that glisteneth.--MIDDLETON: _A Fair Quarrel, verse 1._ All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.--DRYDEN: _The Hind and the Panther._ Que tout n'est pas or c'on voit luire (Everything is not gold that one sees shining).--_Li Diz de freire Denise Cordelier, circa 1300._ [5-3] Many small make a great.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ [5-4] Of two evils the less is always to be chosen.--THOMAS À KEMPIS: _Imitation of Christ, book ii. chap. xii._ HOOKER: _Polity, book v. chap. lxxxi._ Of two evils I have chose the least.--PRIOR: _Imitation of Horace._ E duobus malis minimum eligendum (Of two evils, the least should be chosen).--ERASMUS: _Adages._ CICERO: _De Officiis, iii. 1._ [6-1] Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part ii. chap. ix._ [6-2] This wonder lasted nine daies.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part ii. chap. i._ [6-3] Ars longa, vita brevis (Art is long: life is brief).--HIPPOCRATES: _Aphorism i._ [6-4] Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ THOMAS À KEMPIS. 1380-1471. Man proposes, but God disposes.[7-1] _Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chap. 19._ And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.[7-2] _Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chap. 23._ Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.[7-3] _Imitation of Christ. Book iii. Chap. 12._ FOOTNOTES: [7-1] This expression is of much greater antiquity. It appears in the _Chronicle of Battel Abbey, p. 27_ (Lower's translation), and in _The Vision of Piers Ploughman, line 13994_. ed. _1550_. A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps.--_Proverbs xvi. 9._ [7-2] Out of syght, out of mynd.--GOOGE: _Eglogs. 1563._ 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._ I do perceive that the old proverbis be not alwaies trew, for I do finde that the absence of my Nath. doth breede in me the more continuall remembrance of him.--_Anne Lady Bacon to Jane Lady Cornwallis, 1613._ On page 19 of _The Private Correspondence of Lady Cornwallis_, Sir Nathaniel Bacon speaks of the _owlde proverbe_, "Out of sighte, out of mynde." [7-3] See Chaucer, page 5. JOHN FORTESCUE. _Circa_ 1395-1485. Moche Crye and no Wull.[7-4] _De Laudibus Leg. Angliæ. Chap. x._ Comparisons are odious.[7-5] _De Laudibus Leg. Angliæ. Chap. xix._ FOOTNOTES: [7-4] All cry and no wool.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 852._ [7-5] CERVANTES: _Don Quixote_ (Lockhart's ed.), _part ii. chap. i._ LYLY: _Euphues, 1580._ MARLOWE: _Lust's Dominion, act iii. sc. 4._ BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 3._ THOMAS HEYWOOD: _A Woman killed with Kindness_ (first ed. in 1607), _act i. sc. 1._ DONNE: _Elegy, viii._ HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._ GRANGE: _Golden Aphrodite._ Comparisons are odorous.--SHAKESPEARE: _Much Ado about Nothing, act iii. sc. 5._ JOHN SKELTON. _Circa_ 1460-1529. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [8-1] He that spareth the rod hateth his son.--_Proverbs xiii. 24._ They spare the rod and spoyl the child.--RALPH VENNING: _Mysteries and Revelations_ (second ed.), _p. 5. 1649._ Spare the rod and spoil the child.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, pt. ii. c. i. l. 843._ [8-2] Rule the rost.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part i. chap. v._ Her that ruled the rost.--THOMAS HEYWOOD: _History of Women._ Rules the roast.--JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTON: _Eastward Ho, act ii. sc. 1._ SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1._ [8-3] In spite of my teeth.--MIDDLETON: _A Trick to catch the Old One, act i. sc. 2._ FIELDING: _Eurydice Hissed._ [8-4] He knew what 's what.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 149._ [8-5] In hope her to attain by hook or crook.--SPENSER: _Faerie Queene, book iii. canto i. st. 17._ [8-6] It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ JOHN HEYWOOD.[8-7] _Circa_ 1565. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [8-7] The _Proverbes_ of John Heywood is the earliest collection of English colloquial sayings. It was first printed in 1546. The title of the edition of 1562 is, _John Heywoodes Woorkes. A Dialogue conteyning the number of the effectuall proverbes in the English tounge, compact in a matter concernynge two maner of Maryages_, etc. The selection here given is from the edition of 1874 (a reprint of 1598), edited by Julian Sharman. [9-1] Let the world slide.--_Towneley Mysteries, p. 101_ (1420). SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew, induc. 1._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without Money, act v. sc. 2._ [9-2] A common exclamation of regret occurring in Spenser, Harrington, and the older writers. An earlier instance of the phrase occurs in the _Towneley Mysteries_. [9-3] 'T is good to be merry and wise.--JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTON: _Eastward Ho, act i. sc. 1._ BURNS: _Here 's a health to them that 's awa'._ [9-4] don fust C'on kint souvent est-on batu. (By his own stick the prudent one is often beaten.) _Roman du Renart, circa 1300._ [9-5] Look ere thou leap.--In _Tottel's Miscellany, 1557_; and in Tusser's _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Of Wiving and Thriving. 1573._ Thou shouldst have looked before thou hadst leapt.--JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTON: _Eastward Ho, act v. sc. 1._ Look before you ere you leap.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, pt. ii. c. ii. l. 502._ [9-6] He that will not when he may, When he will he shall have nay. BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, pt. iii. sec. 2, mem. 5, subs. 5._ He that wold not when he might, He shall not when he wolda. _The Baffled Knight._ PERCY: _Reliques_. [9-7] All the fatt 's in the fire.--MARSTON: _What You Will. 1607._ [10-1] You should hammer your iron when it is glowing hot.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 262._ Strike whilst the iron is hot.--RABELAIS: _book ii. chap. xxxi._ WEBSTER: _Westward Hoe._ _Tom A'Lincolne._ FARQUHAR: _The Beaux' Stratagem, iv. 1._ [10-2] Hoist up saile while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. ROBERT SOUTHWELL: _St. Peter's Complaint. 1595._ Nae man can tether time or tide.--BURNS: _Tam O' Shanter._ [10-3] Fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 5._ Also in _Jests of Scogin. 1565._ [10-4] It is this proverb which Henry V. is reported to have uttered at the siege of Orleans. "Shall I beat the bush and another take the bird?" said King Henry. [10-5] Entre deux arcouns chet cul à terre (Between two stools one sits on the ground).--_Les Proverbes del Vilain, MS. Bodleian. Circa 1303._ S'asseoir entre deux selles le cul à terre (One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools).--RABELAIS: _book i. chap. ii._ [10-6] As many men, so many minds.--TERENCE: _Phormio, ii. 3._ As the saying is, So many heades, so many wittes.--QUEEN ELIZABETH: _Godly Meditacyon of the Christian Sowle. 1548._ So many men so many mindes.--GASCOIGNE: _Glass of Government._ [10-7] Hanging and wiving go by destiny.--_The Schole-hous for Women. 1541._ SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act 2. sc. 9._ Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 2, mem. 5, subs. 5._ [11-1] Happy man be his dole--SHAKESPEARE: _Merry Wives, act iii. sc. 4_; _Winter's Tale, act i. sc. 2_. BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 168._ [11-2] Si les nues tomboyent esperoyt prendre les alouettes (If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks).--RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xi._ [11-3] To cast beyond the moon, is a phrase in frequent use by the old writers. LYLY: _Euphues, p. 78._ THOMAS HEYWOOD: _A Woman Killed with Kindness._ [11-4] Let the world slide.--SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew, ind. 1_; and, Let the world slip, _ind. 2_. [11-5] Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry IV. act iii. sc. 2._ [11-6] See Skelton, page 8. SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1._ THOMAS HEYWOOD: _History of Women._ [11-7] Hold their noses to the grindstone.--MIDDLETON: _Blurt, Master-Constable, act iii. sc. 3._ [11-8] It is more blessed to give than to receive.--_John xx. 35._ [11-9] This proverb occurs in Rabelais, book i. chap. xi.; in _Vulgaria Stambrigi, circa 1510_; in Butler, part i. canto i. line 490. Archbishop Trench says this proverb is certainly as old as Jerome of the fourth century, who, when some found fault with certain writings of his, replied that they were free-will offerings, and that it did not behove to look a gift horse in the mouth. [12-1] RABELAIS: _book iv. chap. liv._ At my fingers' ends.--SHAKESPEARE: _Twelfth Night, act i. sc. 3._ [12-2] The origin of the word "sleveless," in the sense of unprofitable, has defied the most careful research. It is frequently found allied to other substantives. Bishop Hall speaks of the "sleveless tale of transubstantiation," and Milton writes of a "sleveless reason." Chaucer uses it in the _Testament of Love_.--SHARMAN. [12-3] At their wit's end.--_Psalm cvii. 27._ [12-4] THOMAS HEYWOOD: _If you know not me, etc., 1605._ TARLTON: _Jests, 1611._ [12-5] A relic of the Sumptuary Laws. One of the earliest instances occurs, 1530, in the interlude of _Godly Queene Hester_. [12-6] Qui est près de l'église est souvent loin de Dieu (He who is near the Church is often far from God).--_Les Proverbes Communs. Circa 1500._ [12-7] Rather to bowe than breke is profitable; Humylite is a thing commendable. _The Morale Proverbs of Cristyne_; translated from the French (1390) by Earl Rivers, and printed by Caxton in 1478. [12-8] Fair words never hurt the tongue.--JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTON: _Eastward Ho, act iv. sc. 1._ [12-9] FLETCHER: _Valentinian, act ii. sc. 1._ [12-10] HUMPHREY ROBERT: _Complaint for Reformation, 1572._ LYLY: _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 107_. [13-1] Neither fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.--SIR H. SHERES: _Satyr on the Sea Officers._ TOM BROWN: _Æneus Sylvius's Letter._ DRYDEN: _Epilogue to the Duke of Guise._ [13-2] Si finis bonus est, totum bonum erit (If the end be well, all will be well).--_Gestæ Romanorum. Tale lxvii._ [13-3] Who that well his warke beginneth, The rather a good ende he winneth. GOWER: _Confessio Amantis._ [13-4] LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 288_. [13-5] TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, An Habitation Enforced._ BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress._ MATHEW HENRY: _Commentaries, Matthew xxi._ MURPHY: _The School for Guardians._ Potius sero quam nunquam (Rather late than never).--LIVY: _iv. ii. 11._ [13-6] Quant le cheval est emblé dounke ferme fols l'estable (When the horse has been stolen, the fool shuts the stable).--_Les Proverbes del Vilain._ [13-7] Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.--_Proverbs xvi. 18._ Pryde goeth before, and shame cometh behynde.--_Treatise of a Gallant. Circa 1510._ [13-8] She looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth.--SWIFT: _Polite Conversation._ [13-9] 'T is old, but true, still swine eat all the draff.--SHAKESPEARE: _Merry Wives of Windsor, act iv. sc. 2._ [13-10] Ewyl weed ys sone y-growe.--_MS. Harleian, circa 1490._ An ill weed grows apace.--CHAPMAN: _An Humorous Day's Mirth._ Great weeds do grow apace.--SHAKESPEARE: _Richard III. act ii. sc. 4._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Coxcomb, act iv. sc. 4._ [14-1] God knows thou art a collop of my flesh.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry VI. act v. sc. 4._ [14-2] Beggars must be no choosers.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3._ [14-3] Þet coc is kene on his owne mixenne.--_Þe Ancren Riwle. Circa 1250._ [14-4] The stone that is rolling can gather no moss.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry._ A rolling stone gathers no moss.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 524._ GOSSON: _Ephemerides of Phialo._ MARSTON: _The Fawn._ Pierre volage ne queult mousse (A rolling stone gathers no moss).--_De l'hermite qui se désespéra pour le larron que ala en paradis avant que lui_, 13th century. [14-5] To rob Peter and pay Paul is said to have derived its origin when, in the reign of Edward VI., the lands of St. Peter at Westminster were appropriated to raise money for the repair of St. Paul's in London. [14-6] You know that love Will creep in service when it cannot go. SHAKESPEARE: _Two Gentlemen of Verona, act iv. sc. 2._ [14-7] Shakespeare alludes to this proverb in _Macbeth_:-- Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i' the adage. Cat lufat visch, ac he nele his feth wete.--_MS. Trinity College, Cambridge, circa 1250._ [14-8] Whylst grass doth grow, oft sterves the seely steede.--WHETSTONE: _Promos and Cassandra. 1578._ While the grass grows-- The proverb is something musty. SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act iii. sc. 4._ [15-1] An earlier instance occurs in Heywood, in his "Dialogue on Wit and Folly," _circa_ 1530. [15-2] Two strings to his bow.--HOOKER: _Polity, book v. chap. lxxx._ CHAPMAN: _D'Ambois, act ii. sc. 3._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part iii. canto i. line 1._ CHURCHILL: _The Ghost, book iv._ FIELDING: _Love in Several Masques, sc. 13._ [15-3] See Chaucer, page 5. [15-4] Naught venture naught have.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. October Abstract._ [15-5] 'T is an old saw, Children and fooles speake true.--LYLY: _Endymion._ [15-6] Set all on sex and seven.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Cresseide, book iv. line 623_; also _Towneley Mysteries_. At six and seven.--SHAKESPEARE: _Richard II. act ii. sc. 2._ [15-7] All 's fish they get that cometh to net.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. February Abstract._ Where all is fish that cometh to net.--GASCOIGNE: _Steele Glas. 1575._ [15-8] Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ [15-9] This phrase derives its origin from the custom of certain manors where tenants are authorized to take fire-bote _by hook or by crook_; that is, so much of the underwood as many be cut with a crook, and so much of the loose timber as may be collected from the boughs by means of a hook. One of the earliest citations of this proverb occurs in John Wycliffe's _Controversial Tracts, circa 1370_.--See Skelton, page 8. RABELAIS: _book v. chap. xiii._ DU BARTAS: _The Map of Man._ SPENSER: _Faerie Queene, book iii. canto i. st. 17._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Women Pleased, act. i. sc. 3._ [16-1] See Chaucer, page 3. [16-2] In old receipt books we find it invariably advised that an inebriate should drink sparingly in the morning some of the same liquor which he had drunk to excess over-night. [16-3] See Chaucer, page 6. [16-4] Ah, well I wot that a new broome sweepeth cleane--LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 89._ [16-5] Brend child fur dredth, Quoth Hendyng. _Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS._ A burnt child dreadeth the fire.--LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 319._ [16-6] You do not speak gospel.--RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xiii._ [16-7] MARLOWE: _Jew of Malta, act iv. sc. 6._ BACON: _Formularies._ [16-8] Sottes bolt is sone shote.--_Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS._ [16-9] It has been the Providence of Nature to give this creature nine lives instead of one.--PILPAY: _The Greedy and Ambitious Cat, fable iii._ B. C. [16-10] LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 80._ [17-1] _Pryde and Abuse of Women. 1550. The Marriage of True Wit and Science._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto i. line 698._ FIELDING: _The Grub Street Opera, act ii. sc. 4._ PRIOR: _Epilogue to Lucius._ Lord Macaulay (_History of England, vol. i. chap. iii._) thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of England. Macaulay, however, is writing of the latter half of the seventeenth century, while the proverb was used a century earlier. [17-2] See Chaucer, page 6. Two may keep counsel when the third 's away.--SHAKESPEARE: _Titus Andronicus, act iv. sc. 2._ [17-3] Pitchers have ears.--SHAKESPEARE: _Richard III. act ii. sc. 4._ [17-4] See Chaucer, page 3. [17-5] Thou shalt come out of a warme sunne into Gods blessing.--LYLY: _Euphues._ Thou out of Heaven's benediction comest To the warm sun. SHAKESPEARE: _Lear, act ii. sc. 2._ [17-6] Ther can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.--LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 153._ [17-7] One swallowe prouveth not that summer is neare.--NORTHBROOKE: _Treatise against Dancing. 1577._ [17-8] See Chaucer, page 2. [18-1] See Skelton, page 8. [18-2] I have thee on the hip.--SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1; Othello, act ii. sc. 7._ [18-3] See Chaucer, page 4. [18-4] A hardy mouse that is bold to breede In cattis eeris. _Order of Foles. MS. circa 1450._ [18-5] The same in _Don Quixote_ (Lockhart's ed.), _part i. book iii. chap. iv._ BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress._ FLETCHER: _The Wild-Goose Chase, act iv. sc. 3._ [18-6] Time trieth truth.--_Tottel's Miscellany, reprint 1867, p. 221._ Time tries the troth in everything.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Author's Epistle, chap. i._ [18-7] I saye, thou madde March hare.--SKELTON: _Replycation against certayne yong scolers._ [18-8] More water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of. SHAKESPEARE: _Titus Andronicus, act ii. sc. 7._ [18-9] An earlier instance of this proverb occurs in Heywood's _Johan the Husbande. 1533._ He must needs go whom the devil drives.--SHAKESPEARE: _All's Well that Ends Well, act i. sc. 3._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i. book iv. chap. iv._ GOSSON: _Ephemerides of Phialo._ PEELE: _Edward I._ [18-10] Others set carts before the horses.--RABELAIS: _book v. chap. xxii._ [19-1] GASCOIGNE: _Roses, 1575._ _Title of a Book of Epigrams, 1608._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Scornful Lady, act i. sc. 1_; _The Sea Voyage, act i. sc. 2_. [19-2] To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast.--SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry IV. act iv. sc. 2._ [19-3] Be the day short or never so long, At length it ringeth to even song. Quoted at the Stake by George Tankerfield (1555). FOX: _Book of Martyrs, chap. vii. p. 346._ [19-4] _Jack Jugler, p. 46._ RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xi._ BLACKLOCH: _Hatchet of Heresies, 1565._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto iii. line 263._ [19-5] What is bred in the bone will never come out of the flesh.--PILPAY: _The Two Fishermen, fable xiv._ It will never out of the flesh that 's bred in the bone.--JONSON: _Every Man in his Humour, act i. sc. 1._ [19-6] None so deaf as those that will not hear.--MATHEW HENRY: _Commentaries. Psalm lviii._ [19-7] He has the wrong sow by the ear.--JONSON: _Every Man in his Humour, act ii. sc. 1._ [19-8] See Chaucer, page 6. [19-9] CHAPMAN: _Widow's Tears, 1612._ A proverb in the time of Saint Bernard was, Qui me amat, amet et canem meum (Who loves me will love my dog also).--_Sermo Primus._ THOMAS TUSSER. _Circa_ 1515-1580. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [20-1] _Falstaff._ What wind blew you hither, Pistol? _Pistol._ Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry IV. act v. sc. 3._ [20-2] Give an inch, he 'll take an ell.--WEBSTER: _Sir Thomas Wyatt._ [20-3] Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?--HERBERT: _The Size._ [20-4] Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. i. mem. iii._ [20-5] For buying or selling of pig in a poke.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. September Abstract._ [20-6] You have there hit the nail on the head.--RABELAIS: _bk. iii. ch. xxxi._ [20-7] _Dives and Pauper, 1493._ GASCOIGNE: _Poesies, 1575._ POPE: _Horace, book i. Ep. vii. line 24._ FIELDING: _Covent Garden Tragedy, act v. sc. 1._ BICKERSTAFF: _Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1._ [20-8] God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.--JOHN TAYLOR: _Works, vol. ii. p. 85_ (1630). RAY: _Proverbs._ GARRICK: _Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation._ [21-1] On the authority of M. Cimber, of the Bibliothèque Royale, we owe this proverb to Chevalier Bayard: "Tel maître, tel valet." [21-2] Merry swithe it is in halle, When the beards waveth alle. _Life of Alexander, 1312._ This has been wrongly attributed to Adam Davie. There the line runs,-- Swithe mury hit is in halle, When burdes waiven alle. [21-3] See Heywood, page 15. [21-4] See Heywood, page 10. SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 5._ RICHARD EDWARDS. _Circa_ 1523-1566. The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.[21-5] _The Paradise of Dainty Devices._ FOOTNOTES: [21-5] The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 24._ Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.--LYLY: _Euphues._ The falling out of lovers is the renewing of love.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 2._ Amantium iræ amoris integratiost (The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love).--TERENCE: _Andria, act iii. sc. 5._ EDWARD DYER. _Circa_ 1540-1607. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [22-1] There is a very similar but anonymous copy in the British Museum. Additional MS. 15225, p. 85. And there is an imitation in J. Sylvester's Works, p. 651.--HANNAH: _Courtly Poets._ 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._ Mens regnum bona possidet (A good mind possesses a kingdom).--SENECA: _Thyestes, ii. 380._ BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-1607. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [22-2] Stated by Dyce to be from a MS. of older date than _Gammer Gurton's Needle_. See Skelton's Works (Dyce's ed.), vol. i. pp. vii-x, _note_. THOMAS STERNHOLD. _Circa_ 1549. 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._ MATHEW ROYDON. _Circa_ 1586. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [23-1] This piece (ascribed to Spenser) was printed in _The Phoenix' Nest, 4to, 1593_, where it is anonymous. Todd has shown that it was written by Mathew Roydon. SIR EDWARD COKE. 1549-1634. The gladsome light of jurisprudence. _First Institute._ Reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason. . . . The law, which is perfection of reason.[24-1] _First Institute._ For a man's house is his castle, _et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium_.[24-2] _Third Institute. Page 162._ The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence as for his repose. _Semayne's Case, 5 Rep. 91._ They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. _Case of Sutton's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32._ Magna Charta is such a fellow that he will have no sovereign. _Debate in the Commons, May 17, 1628._ 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. FOOTNOTES: [24-1] Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.--SIR JOHN POWELL: _Coggs_ vs. _Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. Rep. p. 911._ [24-2] _Pandects, lib. ii. tit. iv. De in Jus vocando._ [24-3] Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven; Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven. Sir WILLIAM JONES. GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598. 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._ SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. 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] [History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. _Historie of the World. Preface._ O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre stretchèd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, _Hic jacet!_ _Historie of the World. Book v. Part 1._ FOOTNOTES: [25-1] Altissima quæque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest rivers flow with the least sound).--Q. CURTIUS, vii. 4. 13. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.--SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry VI. act iii. sc. i._ [26-1] Methought I saw my late espoused saint.--MILTON: _Sonnet_ xxiii. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.--WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet._ [26-2] If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be? GEORGE WITHER: _The Shepherd's Resolution._ [26-3] Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"--FULLER: _Worthies of England, vol. i. p. 419._ EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1599. 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. . . . . . . . . . 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._ FOOTNOTES: [27-1] And moralized his song.--POPE: _Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line 340._ [27-2] This bold bad man.--SHAKESPEARE: _Henry VIII. act ii. sc. 2._ MASSINGER: _A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2._ [27-3] Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron! BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 1._ [27-4] "Milky Mothers,"--POPE: _The Dunciad, book ii. line 247._ SCOTT: _The Monastery, chap. xxviii._ [28-1] Through thick and thin.--DRAYTON: _Nymphidiæ._ MIDDLETON: _The Roaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2._ KEMP: _Nine Days' Wonder._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto ii. line 370._ DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel, part ii. line 414._ POPE: _Dunciad, book ii._ COWPER: _John Gilpin._ [28-2] See Skelton, page 8. [28-3] The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.--_Psalm cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer._ [28-4] De l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace (Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness).--DANTON: _Speech in the Legislative Assembly, 1792._ [29-1] Mother wit.--MARLOWE: _Prologue to Tamberlaine the Great, part i._ MIDDLETON: _Your Five Gallants, act i. sc. 1._ SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1._ [29-2] Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.--_Matthew v. 7._ [29-3] The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.--SHAKESPEARE: _Measure for Measure, act iii. sc. 1._ [29-4] See Heywood, page 12. [30-1] Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.--PLUTARCH: _Of the Training of Children._ But suffered idleness To eat his heart away. BRYANT: _Homer's Iliad, book i. line 319._ [30-2] Take Time by the forelock.--THALES (of Miletus). 636-546 B. C. [30-3] Rhyme nor reason.--_Pierre Patelin_, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. _Farce du Vendeur des Lieures_, sixteenth century. PEELE: _Edward I._ SHAKESPEARE: _As You Like It, act iii. sc. 2; Merry Wives of Windsor, act v. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2._ Sir Thomas More advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript to read, "to put it in rhyme." Which being done, Sir Thomas said, "Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it was neither rhyme nor reason." [30-4] FULLER: _Worthies of England, vol. ii. p. 379._ RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600. Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage,--the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. _Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i._ That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. _Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i._ JOHN LYLY. _Circa_ 1553-1601. 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._ Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.[32-2] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 39._ Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.[32-3] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 46._ The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone. _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 47._ I cast before the Moone.[32-4] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 78._ It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.[32-5] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 80._ The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble;[32-6] many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.[32-7] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 81._ He reckoneth without his Hostesse.[32-8] Love knoweth no lawes. _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 84._ Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?[32-9] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 93._ Lette me stande to the maine chance.[33-1] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 104._ I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.[33-2] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 107._ It is a world to see.[33-3] _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 116._ There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.[33-4] _Euphues and his Euphoebus, page 153._ A clere conscience is a sure carde.[33-5] _Euphues, page 207._ As lyke as one pease is to another. _Euphues, page 215._ Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.[33-6] _Euphues and his England, page 229._ A comely olde man as busie as a bee. _Euphues and his England, page 252._ Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate. _Euphues and his England, page 279._ Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.[33-7] _Euphues and his England, page 287._ Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde. _Euphues and his England, page 289._ I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head. _Euphues and his England, page 308._ A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.[33-8] _Euphues and his England, page 314._ FOOTNOTES: [32-1] Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise. SHAKESPEARE: _Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3._ [32-2] Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy. SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act i. sc. 3._ [32-3] The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4._ [32-4] See Heywood, page 11. [32-5] A brown study.--SWIFT: _Polite Conversation._ [32-6] Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow.--PLUTARCH: _Of the Training of Children._ Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). LUCRETIUS: _i. 314._ [32-7] Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. SHAKESPEARE: _3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1._ [32-8] See Heywood, page 12. [32-9] Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. ii. mem. i. subs. 1._ [33-1] The main chance.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto ii._ DRYDEN: _Persius, satire vi._ [33-2] See Heywood, page 12. [33-3] 'T is a world to see.--SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1._ [33-4] See Heywood, page 17. [33-5] This is a sure card.--_Thersytes, circa 1550._ [33-6] To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.--BRETON: _Court and Country, 1618 (reprint, page 182)._ Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.--HURDIS: _The Village Curate._ [33-7] See Raleigh, page 25. [33-8] The rose is fairest when 't is budding new.--SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake, canto iii. st. 1._ SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge. _Defence of Poesy._ He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. _Defence of Poesy._ I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. _Defence of Poesy._ High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.[34-1] _Arcadia. Book i._ They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.[34-2] _Arcadia. Book i._ Many-headed multitude.[34-3] _Arcadia. Book ii._ My dear, my better half. _Arcadia. Book iii._ Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.[34-4] _Astrophel and Stella, i._ Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.[34-5] _Astrophel and Stella, i. Second Song._ FOOTNOTES: [34-1] Great thoughts come from the heart.--VAUVENARGUES: _Maxim cxxvii._ [34-2] He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.--FLETCHER: _Love's Cure, act iii. sc. 3._ [34-3] Many-headed multitude.--SHAKESPEARE: _Coriolanus, act ii. sc. 3._ This many-headed monster, Multitude.--DANIEL: _History of the Civil War, book ii. st. 13._ [34-4] Look, then, into thine heart and write.--LONGFELLOW: _Voices of the Night. Prelude._ [34-5] Quoted by Shakespeare in _Merry Wives of Windsor_. CYRIL TOURNEUR. _Circa_ 1600. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [34-6] Distilled damnation.--ROBERT HALL (in Gregory's "Life of Hall"). LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628. O wearisome condition of humanity! _Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4._ And out of mind as soon as out of sight.[35-1] _Sonnet lvi._ FOOTNOTES: [35-1] See Thomas à Kempis, page 7. GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634. 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._ Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.[36-1] _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._ Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.[37-3] Light gains make heavy purses. 'T is good to be merry and wise.[37-4] _Eastward Ho._[37-5] _Act i. Sc. 1._ Make ducks and drakes with shillings. _Eastward Ho._[37-5] _Act i. Sc. 1._ Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on 't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia]; for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.[37-6] _Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Enough 's as good as a feast.[38-1] _Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Fair words never hurt the tongue.[38-2] _Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.[38-3] _Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf. _Eastward Ho. Act v. Sc. 1._ As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose. _Epilogue to Translations._ Promise is most given when the least is said. _Musæus of Hero and Leander._ FOOTNOTES: [35-2] Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?--MARLOWE: _Hero and Leander._ I saw and loved.--GIBBON: _Memoirs, vol. i. p. 106._ [35-3] See Heywood, page 13. [35-4] Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.--SHAKESPEARE: _Two Gentlemen of Verona, act v. sc. 2._ [35-5] There is pansies, that 's for thoughts.--SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act iv. sc. 5._ [35-6] Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.--SHAKESPEARE: _Twelfth Night, act ii. sc. 5._ [36-1] Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now in many peoples' mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb.--RAY: _Proverbs_ (Bohn ed.), _p. 145_. [36-2] One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish. SHAKESPEARE: _Romeo and Juliet, act i. sc. 2._ [36-3] I 'll put a girdle round about the earth.--SHAKESPEARE: _Midsummer Night's Dream, act ii. sc. 1._ [36-4] Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._ [37-1] Here lies one whose name was writ in water.--_Keats's own Epitaph._ [37-2] To be noble we 'll be good.--_Winifreda_ (Percy's _Reliques_). 'T is only noble to be good.--TENNYSON: _Lady Clara Vere de Vere, stanza 7._ [37-3] The same in Franklin's _Poor Richard_. [37-4] See Heywood, page 9. [37-5] By Chapman, Jonson, and Marston. [37-6] This is the famous passage that gave offence to James I., and caused the imprisonment of the authors. The leaves containing it were cancelled and reprinted, and it only occurs in a few of the original copies.--RICHARD HERNE SHEPHERD. [38-1] _Dives and Pauper_ (1493). GASCOIGNE: _Memories_ (1575). FIELDING: _Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6._ BICKERSTAFF: _Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1._ See Heywood, page 20. [38-2] See Heywood, page 12. [38-3] See Heywood, page 13. WILLIAM WARNER. 1558-1609. 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._ SIR RICHARD HOLLAND. O Douglas, O Douglas! Tendir and trewe. _The Buke of the Howlat._[38-4] _Stanza xxxi._ FOOTNOTES: [38-4] The allegorical poem of _The Howlat_ was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823. SIR JOHN HARRINGTON. 1561-1612. Treason doth never prosper: what 's the reason? Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.[39-1] _Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5._ FOOTNOTES: [39-1] Prosperum ac felix scelus Virtus vocatur (Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue). SENECA: _Herc. Furens, ii. 250._ SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [39-2] The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. WALLER: _Verses upon his Divine Poesy._ [39-3] Westward the course of empire takes its way.--BERKELEY: _On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America._ MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631. 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._ FOOTNOTES: [40-1] SOMERVILLE: _The Night-Walker._ CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593. 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._ Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove;[41-2] that is, more knave than fool. _The Jew of Malta. Act ii._ 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._ FOOTNOTES: [40-2] See Fortescue, page 7. [40-3] Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. SHAKESPEARE: _Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2._ [40-4] The same in Shakespeare's _As You Like It_. Compare Chapman, page 35. [41-1] To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sings madrigals; There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. SHAKESPEARE: _Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i._ (Sung by Evans). [41-2] Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.--_Matthew x. 16._ [41-3] See Heywood, page 16. [41-4] Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips. TENNYSON: _Fatima, stanza 3._ [41-5] O, withered is the garland of the war! The soldier's pole is fallen. SHAKESPEARE: _Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13._ WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616. (_From the text of Clark and Wright._) I would fain die a dry death. _The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1._ Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. _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._ All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. _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._ I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. _The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._ If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.[45-1] _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._ "Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase! _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._ Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. _The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4._ 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._ What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! _The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3._ 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._ The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. _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._ This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. _The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1._ 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._ There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49-2] _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._ He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._ As merry as the day is long. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. _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._ Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._ 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._ Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1._ From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot,[51-1] he is all mirth. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2._ 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._ To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. _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._ _2 Watch._ How if a' will not stand? _Dogb._ Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._ If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._ The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. _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._ I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Comparisons are odorous. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._ If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._ A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._ O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._ 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._ Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. _Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._ 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._ A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. _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._ And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._ That unlettered small-knowing soul. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._ A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._ Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! _Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._ The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._ The rational hind Costard. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._ Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. _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._ He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. _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._ These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. _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._ He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._ Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._ They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. _Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._ In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. _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._ I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. _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._ The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. _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._ I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. _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._ I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. _A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._ The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen,[58-5] man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. _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._ This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. _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._ Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. _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._ They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._ Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._ If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.[60-1] _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._ The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._ 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._ When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._ I dote on his very absence. _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._ My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._ Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._ I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto? _The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._ 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 young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. _The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._ 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._ I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? _The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._ The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. _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._ Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.[64-2] _The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5._ 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, 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._ How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ I am never merry when I hear sweet music. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ 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. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ This night methinks is but the daylight sick. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ These blessed candles of the night. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ We will answer all things faithfully. _The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._ Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._ The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._ Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._ Your heart's desires be with you! _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._ One out of suits with fortune. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._ Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._ My pride fell with my fortunes. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._ _Cel._ Not a word? _Ros._ Not one to throw at a dog. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._ O, how full of briers is this working-day world! _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._ Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._ We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. _As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._ Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._ The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._ "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._ And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._ For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._ O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._ I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5._ I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ 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.[68-1] _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ Motley 's the only wear. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ The "why" is plain as way to parish church. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ True is it that we have seen better days. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.[69-1] They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. 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 honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._ The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ This is the very false gallop of verses. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Let us make an honourable retreat. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ With bag and baggage. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Answer me in one word. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I do desire we may be better strangers. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Neither rhyme nor reason.[70-1] _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I would the gods had made thee poetical. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. _As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5._ It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I have gained my experience. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. _As You Like it. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I 'll warrant him heart-whole. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but not for love. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Can one desire too much of a good thing?[71-1] _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ For ever and a day. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._ The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Chewing the food[71-2] of sweet and bitter fancy. _As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3._ It is meat and drink to me. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._ "So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._ The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._ I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._ No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2._ How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2._ Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._ An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._ Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._ The Retort Courteous; . . . the Quip Modest; . . . the Reply Churlish; . . . the Reproof Valiant; . . . the Countercheck Quarrelsome; . . . the Lie with Circumstance; . . . the Lie Direct. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._ Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. _As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._ Good wine needs no bush.[72-1] _As You Like It. Epilogue._ What a case am I in. _As You Like It. Epilogue._ Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. _The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1._ Let the world slide.[72-2] _The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1._ I 'll not budge an inch. _The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1._ As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw. _The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 2._ No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1._ There 's small choice in rotten apples. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1._ Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2._ Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2._ And do as adversaries do in law,-- Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2._ Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.[72-3] _The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2._ And thereby hangs a tale. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1._ My cake is dough. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1._ A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,-- Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2._ Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. _The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2._ 'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1._ The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1._ Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1._ Service is no heritage. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3._ He must needs go that the devil drives.[73-1] _All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3._ My friends were poor but honest. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3._ Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2._ From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._ They say miracles are past. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._ All the learned and authentic fellows. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._ A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4._ No legacy is so rich as honesty. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5._ The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Whose words all ears took captive. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._ Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._ The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.[74-1] _All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._ All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._ The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. _All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._ If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound[74-2] That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1._ I am sure care 's an enemy to life. _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._ At my fingers' ends.[74-3] _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._ Wherefore are these things hid? _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._ Is it a world to hide virtues in? _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._ One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._ We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._ 'T is 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. _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._ Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. _Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._ Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._ He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you? _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._ _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. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._ My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._ These most brisk and giddy-paced times. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._ 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. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._ _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, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._ I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._ An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5._ Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5._ Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Put thyself into the trick of singularity. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ 'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ This is very midsummer madness. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ More matter for a May morning. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._ An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I 'ld have challenged him. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._[76-1] Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something. _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._[77-1] Out of the jaws of death.[77-2] _Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._[77-1] As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is. _Twelfth Night. 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. _Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. _Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1._ For the rain it raineth every day. _Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1._ They say we are Almost as like as eggs. _The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2._ What 's gone and what 's past help Should be past grief. _The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. _The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3._[77-3] A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. _The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3._ O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength,--a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. _The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._[78-1] When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea,[78-2] that you might ever do Nothing but that. _The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._ I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. _The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._ To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. _The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._ Lord of thy presence and no land beside. _King John. Act i. Sc. 1._ And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. _King John. Act i. Sc. 1._ For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. _King John. Act i. Sc. 1._ Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. _King John. Act i. Sc. 1._ For courage mounteth with occasion. _King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I would that I were low laid in my grave: I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. _King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. _King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._ He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. _King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! _King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._[78-3] Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. _King John. Act ii. Sc. 2._[78-3] I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._[79-1] Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._[79-1] Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._ That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._ When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.[79-2] _King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._ And he that stands upon a slippery place. Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. _King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._ How now, foolish rheum! _King John. Act iv. Sc. 1._ To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. _King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._ And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.[80-1] _King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._ We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. _King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Make haste; the better foot before. _King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._ I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. _King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Another lean unwashed artificer. _King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._ How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! _King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Mocking the air with colours idly spread. _King John. Act v. Sc. 1._ 'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,[80-2] And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. _King John. Act v. Sc. 7._ Now my soul hath elbow-room. _King John. Act v. Sc. 7._ This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. _King John. Act v. Sc. 7._ Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. _King John. Act v. Sc. 7._ Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. _King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1._ In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. _King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1._ The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. _King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._ Truth hath a quiet breast. _King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._ All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. _King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._ O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. _King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._ The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. _King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. _King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. _King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ The ripest fruit first falls. _King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. _King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Eating the bitter bread of banishment. _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ O, call back yesterday, bid time return! _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall--and farewell king! _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3._ And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. _King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. _King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1._ A mockery king of snow. _King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1._ As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. _King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2._ As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.[82-1] _King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5._ So shaken as we are, so wan with care. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1._ In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1._ Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ Old father antic the law. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ 'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ He will give the devil his due.[83-1] _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._ And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._ God save the mark. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._ And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._ The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._ By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._ I know a trick worth two of that. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1._ If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._ It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Brain him with his lady's fan. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3._ A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ A plague of all cowards, I say. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me-- _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ I was now a coward on instinct. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ In King Cambyses' vein. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Play out the play. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! _King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ I am not in the roll of common men. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ _Glen._ I can call spirits from the vasty deep. _Hot._ Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ While you live, tell truth and shame the devil![85-1] _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Exceedingly well read. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ A good mouth-filling oath. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._ A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2._ To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2._ An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Rob me the exchequer. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._ This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._ That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._ All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._ The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2._ A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2._ To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[87-1] Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2._ I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1._ Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,--how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1._ Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ I could have better spared a better man. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ The better part of valour is discretion.[87-2] _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. _King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._ Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1._ Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd tolling a departing friend. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1._ I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ A rascally yea-forsooth knave. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ We that are in the vaward of our youth. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._ When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection.[88-1] _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._ An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._ Past and to come seems best; things present worst. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._ A poor lone woman. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I 'll tickle your catastrophe. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ He hath eaten me out of house and home. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Let the end try the man. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2._ He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Aggravate your choler. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4._ O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._ With all appliances and means to boot. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,--which is an excellent thing. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Most forcible Feeble. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ We have heard the chimes at midnight. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A man can die but once. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._ I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame." _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 3._ He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 4._ Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5._[90-1] Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5._[90-1] A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 1._ His cares are now all ended. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2._ _Falstaff._ What wind blew you hither, Pistol? _Pistol._ Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.[90-2] _King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3._ A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys. _King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3._ Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! _King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3._ O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! _King Henry V. Prologue._ Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. _King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1._ Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. _King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1._ Base is the slave that pays. _King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Even at the turning o' the tide. _King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3._ His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. _King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3._ As cold as any stone. _King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. _King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. _King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1._ And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. _King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1._ I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. _King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1._ I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. _King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Men of few words are the best men. _King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. _King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6._ You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. _King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 7._[91-1] The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch; Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up,[92-1] Give dreadful note of preparation. _King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue._ There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._ That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._ But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._ This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth[92-2] as household words,-- Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,-- Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._ We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._ There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth; . . . and there is salmons in both. _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7._ An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! _King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8._ There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. _King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._ By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. _King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._ All hell shall stir for this. _King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._ If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. _King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2._ Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! _King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1._ Halcyon days. _King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._ Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,-- I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. _King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Delays have dangerous ends.[93-1] _King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2._ She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. _King Henry VI. Part I. Act v. Sc. 3._ Main chance.[93-2] _King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1._ Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. _King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._ Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.[93-3] _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._ What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.[94-1] _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._ He dies, and makes no sign. _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3._ The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1._ There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. _King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 7._ How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! _King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2._ And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. _King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1._ The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. _King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? _King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! _King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3._ A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. _King Henry VI. Part III. Act iv. Sc. 8._ Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. _King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6._ Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1._ To leave this keen encounter of our wits. _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._ Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._ Framed in the prodigality of nature. _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._ The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.[96-1] _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3._ And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of[96-2] holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3._ O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4._ Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. _King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4._ A parlous boy. _King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4._ So wise so young, they say, do never live long.[97-1] _King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Off with his head![97-2] _King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. _King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Even in the afternoon of her best days. _King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7._ Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. _King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. _King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3._ The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. _King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. _King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._ Tetchy and wayward. _King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._ An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. _King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._ Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2._ True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2._ The king's name is a tower of strength. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ A thing devised by the enemy.[98-1] _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._ I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field. _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4._ A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! _King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4._ Order gave each thing view. _King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._ No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. _King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._ Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. _King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._ Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. _King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._ 'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. _King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2._ The mirror of all courtesy. _King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1._ This bold bad man.[98-2] _King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2._ 'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. _King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1._ 'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Press not a falling man too far! _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A load would sink a navy. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ And sleep in dull cold marble. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ 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! _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. _King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A royal train, believe me. _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1._ An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity! _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.[100-1] _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. _King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._ To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2._ 'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1] You were ever good at sudden commendations. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1] I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-2] They are too thin and bare to hide offences. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1] Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._[101-2] Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._ A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. _King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._ I have had my labour for my travail.[101-3] _Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1._ Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.[102-1] _Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3._ The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. _Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3._ Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. _Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2._ The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance. _Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3._ All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. _Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. _Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._ One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. _Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._ And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. _Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._ And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. _Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._ His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. _Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5._ The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. _Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5._ Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. _Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3._ Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. _Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1._ A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.[103-1] _Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Many-headed multitude.[103-2] _Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3._ I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. _Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute "shall"? _Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Enough, with over-measure. _Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._ His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. _Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._ That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. _Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2._ _Serv._ Where dwellest thou? _Cor._ Under the canopy. _Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5._ A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. _Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5._ Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. _Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3._ If you have writ your annals true, 't is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy! _Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6._[103-3] Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. _Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2._ She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of;[104-1] and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. _Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1._ The eagle suffers little birds to sing. _Titus Andronicus. Act iv. Sc. 4._ The weakest goes to the wall. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._ Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._ An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._ As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._ Saint-seducing gold. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._ He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._ One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.[104-2] _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 2._ That book in many's eyes doth share the glory That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 3._ For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._ O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you! She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._ Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._ Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._ True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._ For you and I are past our dancing days.[105-1] _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._ It seems she hangs[105-2] upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Shall have the chinks. _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Too early seen unknown, and known too late! _Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid! _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 1._ He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-3] See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4] O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4] What 's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4] For stony limits cannot hold love out. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4] Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4] At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.[106-1] _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2] _Rom._ Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-- _Jul._ O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2] The god of my idolatry. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2] Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say, "It lightens." _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2] This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2] How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2] Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2] O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._ The courageous captain of complements. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._ One, two, and the third in your bosom. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._ O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._ I am the very pink of courtesy. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._ A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._ My man 's as true as steel.[107-1] _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._ These violent delights have violent ends. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._ Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._ Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._ Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ A word and a blow.[107-2] _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ A plague o' both your houses! _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ _Rom._ Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. _Mer._ No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ The damned use that word in hell. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Taking the measure of an unmade grave. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._ Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._ All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._ Villain and he be many miles asunder. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._ Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._ Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. _Romeo and Juliet. Act iv. Sc. 2._ My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ I do remember an apothecary,-- And hereabouts he dwells. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ A beggarly account of empty boxes. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Famine is in thy cheeks. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ _Ap._ My poverty, but not my will, consents. _Rom._ I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ The strength Of twenty men. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._ One writ with me in sour misfortune's book. _Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3._ Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. _Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._ Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. _Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._ Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! _Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._ But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. _Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1._ Here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. _Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._ Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself; Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond. _Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._ Men shut their doors against a setting sun. _Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._ Every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy. _Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2._ 'T is lack of kindly warmth. _Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. _Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. _Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 5._ We have seen better days. _Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Are not within the leaf of pity writ. _Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3._ I 'll example you with thievery: The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing 's a thief. _Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Life's uncertain voyage. _Timon of Athens. Act v. Sc. 1._ As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1._ The live-long day. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1._ Beware the ides of March. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ "Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ Help me, Cassius, or I sink! _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ Conjure with 'em,-- Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. _Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._ 'T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost[111-1] round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ A dish fit for the gods. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops[112-1] That visit my sad heart. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._ These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._ When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. _Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._ _Cæs._ The ides of March are come. _Sooth._ Ay, Cæsar; but not gone. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Et tu, Brute! _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown! _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ The choice and master spirits of this age. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Though last, not least in love.[113-1] _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Who is here so base that would be a bondman? _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ See what a rent the envious Casca made. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ This was the most unkindest cut of all. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Great Cæsar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ 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. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I only speak right on. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. _Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._ When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 2._ You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ The foremost man of all this world. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"? _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts: Dash him to pieces! _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ _Brutus._ Then I shall see thee again? _Ghost._ Ay, at Philippi. _Brutus._ Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. _Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._ But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. _Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._ Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made. _Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._ O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! _Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._ The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! _Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 3._ This was the noblest Roman of them all. _Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5._ His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man!" _Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5._ _1 W._ When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? _2 W._ When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1._ Fair is foul, and foul is fair. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1._ Banners flout the sky. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 2._ Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ Dwindle, peak, and pine. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't? _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ Stands not within the prospect of belief. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ The insane root That takes the reason prisoner. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ Nothing is But what is not. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._ Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a careless trifle. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._ There 's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._ More is thy due than more than all can pay. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._ Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._ What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._ That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._ Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._ Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._ This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._ The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._ 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 With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118-1] _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ Nor time nor place Did then adhere. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ _Macb._ If we should fail? _Lady M._ We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ Memory, the warder of the brain. _Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._ There 's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Shut up In measureless content. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._ The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._ It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1] The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1] I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Stuck in my throat. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1] Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1] Infirm of purpose! _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1] 'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1] Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1] The labour we delight in physics pain. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2] Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2] Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2] Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building! _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2] The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2] Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2] There 's daggers in men's smiles. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2] A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._[120-3] Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means! _Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._ I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._ _Mur._ We are men, my liege. _Mac._ Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._ I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._ So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on 't. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what 's done is done. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well: Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ In them Nature's copy 's not eterne. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A deed of dreadful note. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3._ But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ The air-drawn dagger. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ The time has been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ A thing of custom,--'t is no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,-- Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ _Macb._ What is the night? _L. Macb._ Almost at odds with morning, which is which. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._ My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. _Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5._ Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ A deed without a name. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I 'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart! _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round.[123-1] _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ The weird sisters. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._ When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Stands Scotland where it did? _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop? _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ The night is long that never finds the day. _Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Out, damned spot! out, I say! _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._ Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._ Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._ All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._ Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._ My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._ _Doct._ Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. _Macb._ Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? _Doct._ Therein the patient Must minister to himself. _Macb._ Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._ I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._ Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._ My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._ To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._ I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane." _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._ I gin to be aweary of the sun. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._ Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._ Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6._ I bear a charmed life. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1] And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense: That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1] Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1] Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" _Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1] For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127-1] abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127-2] _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._ The memory be green. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127-3] With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ The head is not more native to the heart. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ A little more than kin, and less than kind. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ 'T is a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ That it should come to this! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Frailty, thy name is woman! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ A little month. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Like Niobe, all tears. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ A beast, that wants discourse of reason. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ It is not nor it cannot come to good. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ In my mind's eye, Horatio. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Season your admiration for a while. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ In the dead vast and middle of the night. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128-1] _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ _Ham._ His beard was grizzled,--no? _Hor._ It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Let it be tenable in your silence still. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Gave it an understanding, but no tongue. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._ A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.[129-1] _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ Give thy thoughts no tongue. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129-2] of steel. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ Springes to catch woodcocks. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._ _Ham._ The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. _Hor._ It is a nipping and an eager air. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._ But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._ Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous,[131-1] and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._ I do not set my life at a pin's fee. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._ My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._ Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._ Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._ I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131-2] Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131-3] But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself[131-4] in ease on Lethe wharf. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ O my prophetic soul! My uncle! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Within the book and volume of my brain. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,--meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ _Ham._ There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave. _Hor._ There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Art thou there, truepenny? Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right! _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._ The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._ This is the very ecstasy of love. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Brevity is the soul of wit.[133-1] _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ More matter, with less art. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; And pity 't is 't is true. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Still harping on my daughter. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ _Pol._ What do you read, my lord? _Ham._ Words, words, words. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ They have a plentiful lack of wit. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ On fortune's cap we are not the very button. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ A dream itself is but a shadow. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ I know a hawk from a handsaw. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ One fair daughter and no more, The which he loved passing well. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Come, give us a taste of your quality. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.[135-1] _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Abuses me to damn me. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ The play 's the thing Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king. _Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._ With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep: No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there 's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels[136-1] bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ I am myself indifferent honest. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers! _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ The very age and body of the time his form and pressure. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Not to speak it profanely. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ _First Play._ We have reformed that indifferently with us, sir. _Ham._ O, reform it altogether. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.--Something too much of this. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Here 's metal more attractive. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ There 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ This is miching mallecho; it means mischief. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ _Ham._ Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? _Oph._ 'T is brief, my lord. _Ham._ As woman's love. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ The lady doth protest[138-1] too much, methinks. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ 'T is as easy as lying. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ It will discourse most eloquent music. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Pluck out the heart of my mystery. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ _Ham._ Do you see yonder cloud that 's almost in shape of a camel? _Pol._ By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. _Ham._ Methinks it is like a weasel. _Pol._ It is backed like a weasel. _Ham._ Or like a whale? _Pol._ Very like a whale. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ They fool me to the top of my bent. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ By and by is easily said. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ 'T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I will speak daggers to her, but use none. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._ O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ 'T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Dead, for a ducat, dead! _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ False as dicers' oaths. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ A rhapsody of words. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,-- A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ A king of shreds and patches. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy? _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what 's past; avoid what is to come. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar. _Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.[141-1] _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3._ A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4._ Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour 's at the stake. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4._ So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ We know what we are, but know not what we may be. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance; . . . and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ You must wear your rue with a difference. There 's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._ A very riband in the cap of youth. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._ That we would do, We should do when we would. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._ One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.[143-1] _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._ Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. _Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._ _1 Clo._ Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. _2 Clo._ But is this law? _1 Clo._ Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Cudgel thy brains no more about it. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Has this fellow no feeling of his business? _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ A politician, . . . one that would circumvent God. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till we find it stopping a bung-hole? _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ 'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring![144-1] _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ A ministering angel shall my sister be.[144-2] _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Sweets to the sweet: farewell! _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._ There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.[145-1] _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ It did me yeoman's service. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ What imports the nomination of this gentleman? _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ 'T is the breathing time of day with me. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ Now the king drinks to Hamlet. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ A hit, a very palpable hit. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ Report me and my cause aright. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ Absent thee from felicity awhile. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ The rest is silence. _Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._ Although the last, not least. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._ Nothing will come of nothing. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._ Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._ I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._ A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._ Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._ As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 2._ That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._ Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend! _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._ How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child! _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._ Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well. _King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._ Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below. _King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine. _King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Necessity's sharp pinch! _King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! _King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._ A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._ There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._ I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Out-paramoured the Turk. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ 'T is a naughty night to swim in. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ The green mantle of the standing pool. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[147-1] _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Poor Tom 's a-cold. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._ The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6._ Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6._ I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. _King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 7._ The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1._ The worst is not So long as we can say, "This is the worst." _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1._ Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._ Nature 's above art in that respect. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._ Ay, every inch a king. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._ Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._ A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._ Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._ Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7._ Pray you now, forget and forgive. _King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7._ Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. _King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._ The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. _King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._ Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low,--an excellent thing in woman. _King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._ Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. _King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._ That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._ The bookish theoric. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._ 'T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._ We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._ Whip me such honest knaves. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._ I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._ You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._ The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 2._ Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,[149-1] And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it: Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak,--such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear[150-1] Would Desdemona seriously incline. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange. 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful; She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ I do perceive here a divided duty. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ I saw Othello's visage in his mind. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ Put money in thy purse. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ Framed to make women false. _Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._ One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ For I am nothing, if not critical. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- _Des._ To do what? _Iago._ To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. _Des._ O most lame and impotent conclusion! _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Egregiously an ass. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Potations pottle-deep. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear,-- With that he called the tailor lown.[152-1] _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ _Iago._ What, are you hurt, lieutenant? _Cas._ Ay, past all surgery. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ _Cas._ Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil. _Iago._ Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ How poor are they that have not patience! _Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.[153-1] _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is 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. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[153-2] loves! _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Poor and content is rich and rich enough. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ To be once in doubt Is once to be resolv'd. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ I am declined Into the vale of years. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ I swear 't is better to be much abused Than but to know 't a little. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ 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! _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ On horror's head horrors accumulate. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ But this denoted a foregone conclusion. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues! _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4._ To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one. _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._ They laugh that win.[155-1] _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._ But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago! _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._ I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips. _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._ But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger[155-2] at! _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._ O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born. _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._ O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world! _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._ 'T is neither here nor there. _Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3._ It makes us or it mars us. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._ Every way makes my gain. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._ He hath a daily beauty in his life. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._ This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._ And smooth as monumental alabaster. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ So sweet was ne'er so fatal. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ One entire and perfect chrysolite. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ Every puny whipster. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. _Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._ There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1._ On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2._ This grief is crowned with consolation. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2._ Give me to drink mandragora. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._ Where 's my serpent of old Nile? _Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._ A morsel for a monarch. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._ My salad days, When I was green in judgment. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._ Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Small to greater matters must give way. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._ The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._ I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3._ 'T was merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5._ Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! _Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7._ Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1._ He wears the rose Of youth upon him. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13._ Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13._ To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4._ This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4._ The shirt of Nessus is upon me. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12._ Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._ That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._ Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._ I am dying, Egypt, dying. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._ O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.[159-1] _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._ Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._ For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._ If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._ Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._ I have Immortal longings in me. _Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._ Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. _Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4._ Hath his bellyful of fighting. _Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1._ How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. _Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2._ The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. _Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise,[159-2] His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise. _Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3._ As chaste as unsunn'd snow. _Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5._ Some griefs are medicinable. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._ So slippery that The fear 's as bad as falling. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._ The game is up. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._ No, 't is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._ It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._ I have not slept one wink. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._ Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._ An angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! _Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._ Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. _Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._ And put My clouted brogues from off my feet. _Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._ Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. _Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._ O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister. _Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5._ Like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His eye doth level at. _Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1._ _3 Fish._ Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. _1 Fish._ Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. _Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. _Venus and Adonis. Line 145._ For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. _Venus and Adonis. Line 1019._ The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light. _Venus and Adonis. Line 1027._ For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. _Lucrece. Line 1006._ Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. _Sonnet iii._ And stretched metre of an antique song. _Sonnet xvii._ But thy eternal summer shall not fade. _Sonnet xviii._ The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161-1] After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. _Sonnet xxv._ When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. _Sonnet xxx._ Full many a glorious morning have I seen. _Sonnet xxxiii._ My grief lies onward and my joy behind. _Sonnet l._ Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. _Sonnet lii._ The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. _Sonnet liv._ Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. _Sonnet lv._ Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? _Sonnet lxv._ And art made tongue-tied by authority. _Sonnet lxvi._ And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. _Sonnet lxvi._ The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. _Sonnet lxx._ That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. _Sonnet lxxiii._ Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen-- Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men. _Sonnet lxxxi._ Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. _Sonnet lxxxvii._ Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow. _Sonnet xc._ When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything. _Sonnet xcviii._ Still constant is a wondrous excellence. _Sonnet cv._ And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme. _Sonnet cvi._ My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. _Sonnet cxi._ Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. _Sonnet cxvi._ 'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing. _Sonnet cxxi._ No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own. _Sonnet cxxi._ That full star that ushers in the even. _Sonnet cxxxii._ So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and questions deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passion in his craft of will. _A Lover's Complaint. Line 120._ O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear. _A Lover's Complaint. Line 288._ Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. _The Passionate Pilgrim. iii._ Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together. _The Passionate Pilgrim. viii._ Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? _The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv._ Cursed be he that moves my bones. _Shakespeare's Epitaph._ FOOTNOTES: [44-1] As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 1._ [44-2] Custom is almost second nature.--PLUTARCH: _Preservation of Health._ [45-1] Familiarity breeds contempt.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 640._ [46-1] What the dickens!--THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Edward IV. act iii. sc. 1._ [46-2] As ill luck would have it.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, pt. i. bk. i. ch. ii._ [47-1] Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight. [47-2] Compare Portia's words in _Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1._ [49-1] See Spenser, page 29. [49-2] "Mariana in the moated grange,"--the motto used by Tennyson for the poem "Mariana." [49-3] This song occurs in _Act v. Sc. 2_ of Beaumont and Fletcher's _Bloody Brother_, with the following additional stanza:-- Hide, O, hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee. [50-1] For every why he had a wherefore.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 132._ [51-1] From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot.--PLINY: _Natural History, book vii. chap. xvii._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Honest Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2._ MIDDLETON: _A Mad World, etc._ [54-1] For "mirth," White reads _shews_; Singer, _shows_. [56-1] Musical as is Apollo's lute.--MILTON: _Comus, line 78._ [57-1] Maidens withering on the stalk.--WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk, stanza 1._ [57-2] "Ever I could read,"--Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White. [57-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. [58-1] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. [58-2] See Chapman, page 36. [58-3] Trew as steele.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Cresseide, book v. line 831._ [58-4] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. [58-5] Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.--_1 Corinthians, ii. 9._ [59-1] I see the beginning of my end.--MASSINGER: _The Virgin Martyr act iii. sc. 3._ [60-1] For the good that I would I do not; but the evil which I would not, that I do.--_Romans vii. 19._ [62-1] See Chaucer, page 5. [63-1] See Heywood, page 10. [63-2] I will play the swan and die in music.--_Othello, act v. sc. 2._ I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death. _King John, act v. sc. 7._ There, swan-like, let me sing and die.--BYRON: _Don Juan, canto iii. st. 86._ You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.--SOCRATES: _In Phaedo, 77._ [64-1] It is better to learn late than never.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 864._ [64-2] Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis).--PHILLIPPE GUALTIER: _Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300._ [65-1] "It is not nominated in the bond."--White. [68-1] The same in _The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1;_ in _Othello, act iii. sc. 1;_ in _The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4;_ and in _As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7._ RABELAIS: _book v. chap. iv._ [69-1] The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage, Which God and Nature do with actors fill. THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Apology for Actors. 1612._ A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre.--MONTAIGNE: _Of the most Excellent Men._ [70-1] See Spenser, page 30. [71-1] Too much of a good thing.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i. book i. chap. vi._ [71-2] "Cud" in Dyce and Staunton. [72-1] You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 968._ [72-2] See Heywood, page 9. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without Money._ [72-3] Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.--CONGREVE: _The Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1._ [73-1] See Heywood, page 18. [74-1] How noiseless falls the foot of time!--W. R. SPENCER: _Lines to Lady A. Hamilton._ [74-2] "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was made at the suggestion of Pope. [74-3] See Heywood, page 12. [76-1] Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce. [77-1] Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce. [77-2] 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._ [77-3] Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. [78-1] Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. [78-2] Like a wave of the sea.--_James i. 6._ [78-3] Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight. [79-1] Act ii. Sc. 2 in White. [79-2] When fortune flatters, she does it to betray.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 278._ [80-1] Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses himself).--GABRIEL MEURIER: _Trésor des Sentences. 1530-1601._ [80-2] See page 63, note 2. [82-1] It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.--MATT. _xix. 24._ [83-1] THOMAS NASH: _Have with you to Saffron Walden._ DRYDEN: _Epilogue to the Duke of Guise._ [85-1] BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1._ SWIFT: _Mary the Cookmaid's Letter._ [87-1] See Heywood, page 19. [87-2] It show'd discretion the best part of valour.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3._ [88-1] Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it?--_Luke xiv. 28._ [90-1] Act. iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [90-2] See Heywood, page 20. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.--_Henry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 5._ [91-1] Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce. [92-1] With clink of hammers closing rivets up.--CIBBER: _Richard III. Altered, act v. sc. 3._ [92-2] "In their mouths" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [93-1] All delays are dangerous in war.--DRYDEN: _Tyrannic Love, act i. sc. 1._ [93-2] Have a care o' th' main chance.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto ii._ Be careful still of the main chance.--DRYDEN: _Persius, satire vi._ [93-3] See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33. [94-1] See Marlowe, page 40. [96-1] For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.--POPE: _Essay on Criticism, part iii. line 66._ [96-2] "Stolen forth" in White and Knight. [97-1] A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.--MIDDLETON: _The Phoenix, act i. sc. 1._ [97-2] Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!--CIBBER: _Richard III._ (_altered_), _act iv. sc. 3._ [98-1] A weak invention of the enemy.--CIBBER: _Richard III. (altered), act v. sc. 3._ [98-2] See Spenser, page 27. [100-1] For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble: and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste.--SIR THOMAS MORE: _Richard III. and his miserable End._ All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Philaster, act v. sc. 3._ L'injure se grave en métal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde. (An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.) JEAN BERTAUT. _Circa 1611._ [101-1] Act v. Sc. 2 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [101-2] Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [101-3] Labour for his pains.--EDWARD MOORE: _The Boy and his Rainbow._ Labour for their pains.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, The Author's Preface._ [102-1] Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 1042._ [103-1] When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. RICHARD LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison, ii._ [103-2] See Sidney, page 34. [103-3] Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight. [104-1] See Heywood, page 18. [104-2] See Chapman, page 36. [105-1] My dancing days are done.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3._ [105-2] Dyce, Knight, and White read, "Her beauty hangs." [105-3] Act ii. sc. 1 in White. [105-4] Act ii. sc. 1. in White. [106-1] Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers).--TIBULLUS: _iii. 6, 49._ [106-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in White. [107-1] True as steel.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Creseide, book v._ Compare _Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2_. [107-2] Word and a blow.--DRYDEN: _Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1._ BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress, part i._ [111-1] "Utmost" in Singer. [112-1] Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.--GRAY: _The Bard, i. 3, line 12._ [113-1] Though last not least.--SPENSER: _Colin Clout, line 444._ [118-1] See Heywood, page 14. [119-1] Act. ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. [120-1] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, White. [120-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton. [120-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in Staunton. [123-1] Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. MIDDLETON: _The Witch, act. v. sc. 2._ [126-1] Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White. [127-1] "Can walk" in White. [127-2] "Eastern hill" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [127-3] "One auspicious and one dropping eye" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton. [128-1] "Armed at all points" in Singer and White. [129-1] And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser. BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._ [129-2] "Hooks" in Singer. [131-1] And makes night hideous.--POPE: _The Dunciad, book iii. line 166._ [131-2] "To lasting fires" in Singer. [131-3] "Porcupine" in Singer and Staunton. [131-4] "Rots itself" in Staunton. [133-1] A short saying oft contains much wisdom.--SOPHOCLES: _Aletes, frag. 99._ [135-1] See Chaucer, page 5. [136-1] "Who would these fardels" in White. [138-1] "Protests" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton. [141-1] Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.--HIPPOCRATES: _Aphorism i._ [143-1] Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.--HERRICK: _Sorrows Succeed._ Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel. YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night iii. line 63._ And woe succeeds to woe.--POPE: _The Iliad, book xvi. line 139._ [144-1] And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land. TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, xviii._ [144-2] A ministering angel thou.--SCOTT: _Marmion, canto vi. st. 30._ [145-1] But they that are above Have ends in everything. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Maid's Tragedy act v. sc. 4._ [147-1] The prince of darkness is a gentleman.--SUCKLING: _The Goblins._ [149-1] Though I be rude in speech.--_2 Cor. xi. 6._ [150-1] "These things to hear" in Singer. [152-1] Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's _Reliques_, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his version we sing in the nursery. [153-1] For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. _Venus and Adonis._ [153-2] "Fondly" in Singer and White; "soundly" in Staunton. [155-1] CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part ii. chap. i._ [155-2] "His slow and moving finger" in Knight and Staunton. [159-1] See Marlowe, page 41. [159-2] See Lyly, page 32. [161-1] "Worth" in White. FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626. (_Works: Spedding and Ellis_). I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto. _Maxims of the Law. Preface._ Come home to men's business and bosoms. _Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625._ No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth. _Of Truth._ Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other. _Of Death._ Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out. _Of Revenge._ It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics), that "The good things which belong to prosperity are to be wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired." _Of Adversity._ It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god." _Of Adversity._ Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the blessing of the New. _Of Adversity._ Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. _Of Adversity._ Virtue is like precious odours,--most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.[165-1] _Of Adversity._ He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. _Of Marriage and Single Life._ Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.[165-2] _Of Marriage and Single Life._ Men in great place are thrice servants,--servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business. _Of Great Place._ Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill." _Of Boldness._ The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.[165-3] _Of Goodness._ The remedy is worse than the disease.[165-4] _Of Seditions._ I had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the Talmud and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a mind. _Of Atheism._ A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.[166-1] _Of Atheism._ Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel. _Of Travel._ Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil times, and which have much veneration but no rest.[166-2] _Of Empire._ In things that a man would not be seen in himself, it is a point of cunning to borrow the name of the world; as to say, "The world says," or "There is a speech abroad." _Of Cunning._ There is a cunning which we in England call "the turning of the cat in the pan;" which is, when that which a man says to another, he lays it as if another had said it to him. _Of Cunning._ It is a good point of cunning for a man to shape the answer he would have in his own words and propositions, for it makes the other party stick the less. _Of Cunning._ It hath been an opinion that the French are wiser than they seem, and the Spaniards seem wiser than they are; but howsoever it be between nations, certainly it is so between man and man. _Of Seeming Wise._ There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic. A man's own observation, what he finds good of and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health. _Of Regimen of Health._ Discretion of speech is more than eloquence; and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words or in good order. _Of Discourse._ Men's thoughts are much according to their inclination,[167-1] their discourse and speeches according to their learning and infused opinions. _Of Custom and Education._ Chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.[167-2] _Of Fortune._ If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she is blind, she is not invisible.[167-3] _Of Fortune._ Young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for settled business. _Of Youth and Age._ Virtue is like a rich stone,--best plain set. _Of Beauty._ God Almighty first planted a garden.[167-4] _Of Gardens._ And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. _Of Gardens._ Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. _Of Studies._ Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. _Of Studies._ Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. _Of Studies._ The greatest vicissitude of things amongst men is the vicissitude of sects and religions.[168-1] _Of Vicissitude of Things._ Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books. _Proposition touching Amendment of Laws._ Knowledge is power.--Nam et ipsa scientia potestas est.[168-2] _Meditationes Sacræ. De Hæresibus._ Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.[168-3] _Historia Vitæ et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. Exper. 100._ When you wander, as you often delight to do, you wander indeed, and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires. This is not caused by any natural defect, but first for want of election, when you, having a large and fruitful mind, should not so much labour what to speak as to find what to leave unspoken. Rich soils are often to be weeded. _Letter of Expostulation to Coke._ "Antiquitas sæculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient _ordine retrogrado_, by a computation backward from ourselves.[169-1] _Advancement of Learning. Book i._ (_1605._) For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate. _Advancement of Learning. Book i._ The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.[169-2] _Advancement of Learning. Book ii._ It [Poesy] was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind. _Advancement of Learning. Book ii._ Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's labours and peregrinations. _Advancement of Learning. Book ii._ Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence to God.[170-1] _Advancement of Learning. Book ii._ States as great engines move slowly. _Advancement of Learning. Book ii._ The world 's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span.[170-2] _The World._ Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water, or but writes in dust. _The World._ What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?[170-3] _The World._ For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages. _From his Will._ My Lord St. Albans said that Nature did never put her precious jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads.[170-4] _Apothegms. No. 17._ Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.[171-1] _Apothegms. No. 54._ Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes. _Apothegms. No. 64._ Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter, was wont to say, "Stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner." _Apothegms. No. 76._ Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things,--old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.[171-2] _Apothegms. No. 97._ Pyrrhus, when his friends congratulated to him his victory over the Romans under Fabricius, but with great slaughter of his own side, said to them, "Yes; but if we have such another victory, we are undone."[171-3] _Apothegms. No. 193._ Cosmus, Duke of Florence, was wont to say of perfidious friends, that "We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends." _Apothegms. No. 206._ Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh them with new. _Apothegms. No. 247._ FOOTNOTES: [165-1] As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crushed or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity, act i._ The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still. ROGERS: _Jacqueline, stanza 3._ [165-2] BURTON (quoted): _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 2, memb. 5, subsect. 5._ [165-3] Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes; Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel. POPE: _Essay on Man, ep. i. line 125._ [165-4] There are some remedies worse than the disease.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 301._ [166-1] Who are a little wise the best fools be.--DONNE: _Triple Fool._ A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.--FULLER: _The Holy State. The True Church Antiquary._ A little learning is a dangerous thing.--POPE: _Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 15._ [166-2] Kings are like stars: they rise and set; they have The worship of the world, but no repose. SHELLEY: _Hellas._ [167-1] Of similar meaning, "Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought." See Shakespeare, page 90. [167-2] Every man is the architect of his own fortune.--PSEUDO-SALLUST: _Epist. de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1._ His own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 283._ [167-3] Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind.--SHAKESPEARE: _Henry V. act iii. sc. 6._ [167-4] God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. COWLEY: _The Garden, Essay v._ God made the country, and man made the town. COWPER: _The Task, book i. line 749._ Divina natura dedit agros, ars humana ædificavit urbes (Divine Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities).--VARRO: _De Re Rustica, iii. 1._ [168-1] The vicissitude of things.--STERNE: _Sermon xvi._ GIFFORD: _Contemplation._ [168-2] A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.--_Proverbs xxiv. 5._ Knowledge is more than equivalent to force.--JOHNSON: _Rasselas, chap. xiii._ [168-3] The bee enclosed and through the amber shown, Seems buried in the juice which was his own. MARTIAL: _book iv. 32, vi. 15_ (Hay's translation). I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. HERRICK: _On a Fly buried in Amber._ Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms. POPE: _Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line 169._ [169-1] As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you that old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the end,--the times wherein we now live being in propriety of speech the most ancient since the world's creation.--GEORGE HAKEWILL: _An Apologie or Declaration of the Power and Providence of God in the Government of the World. London, 1627._ For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it?--PASCAL: _Preface to the Treatise on Vacuum._ It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from Francis Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Bruno's "Cena di Cenere," published in 1584: I mean the notion that the later times are more aged than the earlier.--WHEWELL: _Philosophy of the Inductive Sciences, vol. ii. p. 198. London, 1847._ We are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. TENNYSON: _The Day Dream._ (_L' Envoi._) [169-2] The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.--_Advancement of Learning_ (ed. Dewey). The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Lib. vi. sect. 63._ Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per immundos transeat, non inquinatur (The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light: although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted).--SAINT AUGUSTINE: _Works, vol. iii., In Johannis Evang. cap. i. tr. v. sect. 15._ The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.--LYLY: _Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 43._ The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpolluted in his beam.--TAYLOR: _Holy Living, chap. i. p. 3._ Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.--MILTON: _The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce._ [170-1] Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.--JOHN WESLEY (quoted): _Journal, Feb. 12, 1772._ According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, rabbi, this is found in the Hebrew fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yair, as follows: "The doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness; carefulness into vigorousness; vigorousness into guiltlessness; guiltlessness into abstemiousness; abstemiousness into cleanliness; cleanliness into godliness,"--literally, next to godliness. [170-2] Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.--BROWNE: _Pastoral ii._ Our life is but a span.--_New England Primer._ [170-3] This line frequently occurs in almost exactly the same shape among the minor poems of the time: "Not to be born, or, being born, to die."--DRUMMOND: _Poems, p. 44._ BISHOP KING: _Poems, etc._ (1657), _p. 145._ [170-4] Tall men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly the uppermost room is worst furnished.--HOWELL (quoted): _Letter i. book i. sect. ii._ (_1621._) Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.--FULLER: _Andronicus, sect. vi. par. 18, 1._ Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished. BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 161._ [171-1] The custom is not altogether obsolete in the U. S. A. [171-2] Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.--WEBSTER: _Westward Hoe, act ii. sc. 2._ Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.--SELDEN: _Table Talk. Friends._ Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read!--Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things.--MELCHIOR: _Floresta Española de Apothegmas o sentencias, etc., ii. 1, 20._ What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the preheminence of it in everything,--in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.--SHAKERLEY MARMION (1602-1639): _The Antiquary._ I love everything that 's old,--old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.--GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Conquer, act i._ [171-3] There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.--MONTAIGNE: _Of Cannibals, chap. xxx._ THOMAS MIDDLETON. ---- -1626. As the case stands.[172-1] _The Old Law. Act ii. Sc. 1._ On his last legs. _The Old Law. Act v. Sc. 1._ Hold their noses to the grindstone.[172-2] _Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3._ I smell a rat.[172-3] _Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3._ A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.[172-4] _The Phoenix. Act i. Sc. 1._ The better day, the better deed.[172-5] _The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1._ The worst comes to the worst.[172-6] _The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1._ 'T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.[172-7] _Michaelmas Term. Act iv. Sc. 1._ From thousands of our undone widows One may derive some wit.[172-8] _A Trick to catch the Old One. Act i. Sc. 2._ Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.[172-9] _The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Spick and span new.[172-10] _The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3._ A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.[172-11] _The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._ Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering? _The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._ As true as I live. _The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._ From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.[173-1] _A Mad World, my Masters. Act i. Sc. 3._ That disease Of which all old men sicken,--avarice.[173-2] _The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1._ Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes. _The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1._ There is no hate lost between us.[173-3] _The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3._ Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[173-4] _The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2._ Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[173-5] _The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2._ All is not gold that glisteneth.[173-6] _A Fair Quarrel. Act v. Sc. 1._ As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet. _More Dissemblers besides Women. Act i. Sc. 4._ 'T is a stinger.[173-7] _More Dissemblers besides Women. Act iii. Sc. 2._ The world 's a stage on which all parts are played.[173-8] _A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1._ Turn over a new leaf.[174-1] _Anything for a Quiet Life. Act iii. Sc. 3._ My nearest And dearest enemy.[174-2] _Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 1._ This was a good week's labour. _Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 3._ How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's days! _No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 1._ By many a happy accident.[174-3] _No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 2._ FOOTNOTES: [172-1] As the case stands.--MATHEW HENRY: _Commentaries, Psalm cxix._ [172-2] See Heywood, page 11. [172-3] I smell a rat.--BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub, act iv. Sc. 3._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 281._ I begin to smell a rat.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, book iv. chap. x._ [172-4] See Shakespeare, page 97. [172-5] The better day, the worse deed.--HENRY: _Commentaries, Genesis iii._ [172-6] Worst comes to the worst.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. v._ MARSTON: _The Dutch Courtezan, act iii. sc. 1._ [172-7] It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize.--POPE: _The Iliad, book xxiii. line 383._ [172-8] Some undone widow sits upon mine arm.--MASSINGER: _A New Way to pay Old Debts, act v. sc. 1._ [172-9] For drames always go by contraries.--LOVER: _The Angel's Whisper._ [172-10] Spick and span new.--FORD: _The Lover's Melancholy, act i. sc. 1._ FARQUHAR: _Preface to his Works._ [172-11] Plain as a pike-staff.--_Terence in English_ (1641). BUCKINGHAM: _Speech in the House of Lords, 1675._ _Gil Blas_ (Smollett's translation), _book xii. chap. viii._ BYROM: _Epistle to a Friend._ [173-1] See Shakespeare, page 51. [173-2] So for a good old gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. BYRON: _Don Juan, canto i. stanza 216._ [173-3] There is no love lost between us.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, book iv. chap. xxiii._ GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Conquer, act iv._ GARRICK: _Correspondence, 1759._ FIELDING: _The Grub Street Opera, act i. sc. 4._ [173-4] See Shakespeare, page 123. [173-5] These lines are introduced into _Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1._ According to Steevens, "the song was, in all probability, a traditional one." Collier says, "Doubtless it does not belong to Middleton more than to Shakespeare." Dyce says, "There seems to be little doubt that 'Macbeth' is of an earlier date than 'The Witch.'" [173-6] See Chaucer, page 5. [173-7] He 'as had a stinger.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1._ [173-8] See Shakespeare, page 69. [174-1] _A Health to the Gentlemanly Profession of Servingmen_ (1598). Turn over a new leaf.--DEKKER: _The Honest Whore, part ii. act i. sc. 2._ BURKE: _Letter to Mrs. Haviland._ [174-2] See Shakespeare, page 128. [174-3] A happy accident.--MADAME DE STAËL: _L' Allemagne, chap. xvi._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, book iv. part ii. chap. lvii._ SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639. How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! _The Character of a Happy Life._ Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. _The Character of a Happy Life._ Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.[174-4] _The Character of a Happy Life._ You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies,-- What are you when the moon[174-5] shall rise? _On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia._[174-6] He first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. _Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife._ I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. _Preface to the Elements of Architecture._ Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to. _The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex._ An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth.[175-1] _Reliquiæ Wottonianæ._ The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[175-2] _A Panegyric to King Charles._ FOOTNOTES: [174-4] As having nothing, and yet possessing all things.--_2 Corinth. vi. 10._ [174-5] "Sun" in _Reliquiæ Wottonianæ_ (eds. 1651, 1654, 1672, 1685). [174-6] This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's "Sixth Set of Books," etc., and is found in many MSS.--HANNAH: _The Courtly Poets._ [175-1] In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, "This merry definition of an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my friend's, Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album." [175-2] He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed:-- Hic jacet hujus sententiæ primus author: DISPUTANDI PRURITUS ECCLESIARUM SCABIES. Nomen alias quære (Here lies the author of this phrase: "The itch for disputing is the sore of churches." Seek his name elsewhere). WALTON: _Life of Wotton._ RICHARD BARNFIELD. ---- -1570. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. _Address to the Nightingale._[175-3] FOOTNOTES: [175-3] This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of "Poems in Divers Humours," published in 1598.--ELLIS: _Specimens, vol. ii. p. 316._ SIR JOHN DAVIES. 1570-1626. Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.[176-1] _The Immortality of the Soul._ Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout,-- Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out.[176-2] _Contention betwixt a Wife, etc._ FOOTNOTES: [176-1] Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. DRYDEN: _Mariage à la Mode, act ii. sc. 1._ The spider's touch--how exquisitely fine!-- Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. POPE: _Epistle i. line 217._ [176-2] 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.--WEBSTER: _The White Devil, act i. sc. 2._ Le mariage est comme une forteresse assiégée: ceux qui sont dehors veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir (Marriage is like a beleaguered fortress: those who are outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out).--QUITARD: _Études sur les Proverbes Français, p. 102._ It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.--MONTAIGNE: _Upon some Verses of Virgil, chap. v._ Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?--EMERSON: _Representative Men: Montaigne._ MARTYN PARKER. ---- -1630. Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. _Song._ When the stormy winds do blow.[176-3] _Song._ FOOTNOTES: [176-3] When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._ DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631. He was the Word, that spake it: He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it.[177-1] _Divine Poems. On the Sacrament._ We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought. _Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury._ She and comparisons are odious.[177-2] _Elegy 8. The Comparison._ Who are a little wise the best fools be.[177-3] _The Triple Fool._ FOOTNOTES: [177-1] Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth. It is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the edition of 1654, p. 352. [177-2] See Fortescue, page 7. [177-3] See Bacon, page 166. BEN JONSON.[177-4] 1573-1637. It was a mighty while ago. _Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3._ Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.[177-5] _Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3._ As he brews, so shall he drink. _Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means.[177-6] _Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years. _Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3._ It must be done like lightning. _Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v._ There shall be no love lost.[178-1] _Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast.[178-2] _Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1._ Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,-- Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. _Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1._ That old bald cheater, Time. _The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1._ The world knows only two,--that 's Rome and I. _Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1._ Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression. _The Masque of Hymen._ Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run. _The Gipsies Metamorphosed._ Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. _Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H._ Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,--almighty gold.[178-3] _Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland._ Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I 'll not look for wine.[179-1] _The Forest. To Celia._ Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room.[179-2] _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ Marlowe's mighty line. _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ Small Latin, and less Greek. _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ He was not of an age, but for all time. _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ For a good poet 's made as well as born. _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ Sweet swan of Avon! _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse,-- Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. _Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke._[179-3] Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink.[180-1] _Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben._ Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never! _Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme._ In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. _Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison. III._ What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?[180-2] _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._ FOOTNOTES: [177-4] O rare Ben Jonson!--SIR JOHN YOUNG: _Epitaph._ [177-5] Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat.--WITHER: _Poem on Christmas._ [177-6] Get place and wealth,--if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place. POPE: _Horace, book i. epistle i. line 103._ [178-1] There is no love lost between us.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii._ [178-2] A translation from Bonnefonius. [178-3] The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold.--WOLCOT: _To Kien Long, Ode iv._ Almighty dollar.--IRVING: _The Creole Village._ [179-1] Emoi de monois propine tois ommasin. . . . Ei de boulei, tois cheilesi prospherousa, plêrou philêmatôn to ekpôma, kai outôs didou (Drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me). PHILOSTRATUS: _Letter xxiv._ [179-2] Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. BASSE: _On Shakespeare._ [179-3] This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It appears in the editions of his Works; but in a manuscript collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS. No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and awarded to him by Sir Egerton Brydges in his edition of Browne's poems. [180-1] They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think. PRIOR: _Upon a passage in the Scaligerana._ [180-2] What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? POPE: _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady._ JOHN WEBSTER. ---- -1638. I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit.[180-3] _Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2._ 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.[180-4] _The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2._ Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't. _The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[181-1] _The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4._ Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. _The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2._ Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.[181-2] _Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2._ I saw him now going the way of all flesh. _Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2._ FOOTNOTES: [180-3] Death hath so many doors to let out life.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2._ [180-4] See Davies, page 176. [181-1] The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but when beheld close they are rough.--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Pyrrho._ Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand. ROBERT HEGGE: _On Love._ We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness, But near approaches make the prospect less. YALDEN: _Against Enjoyment._ As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air. GARTH: _The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27._ 'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. CAMPBELL: _Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7._ [181-2] See Bacon, page 171. THOMAS DEKKER. ---- -1641. A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that 's never read,-- To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school. _Old Fortunatus._ And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. _Old Fortunatus._ The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.[182-1] _The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12._ I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.[182-2] _The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2._ This principle is old, but true as fate,-- Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.[182-3] _The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4._ We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. _The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2._ Turn over a new leaf.[182-4] _The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1._ To add to golden numbers golden numbers. _Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1._ Honest labour bears a lovely face. _Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1._ FOOTNOTES: [182-1] Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.--JULIANA BERNERS: _Heraldic Blazonry._ [182-2] See Shakespeare, page 78. [182-3] Cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor.--PLUTARCH: _Life of Romulus._ [182-4] See Middleton, page 174. BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656. Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. _Christian Moderation. Introduction._ Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.[182-5] _Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2._ There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.[182-6] _Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses._ FOOTNOTES: [182-5] And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 718._ [182-6] Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. GRAY: _Elegy, stanza 14._ JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183-1] Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. _Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_ All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,-- Even we among ourselves. _Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_ Man is his own star; and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.[183-2] _Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_ Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183-3] _The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2._ O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! _Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1._ Let us do or die.[183-4] _The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4._ Hit the nail on the head. _Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1._ I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184-1] _Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2._ He went away with a flea in 's ear. _Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3._ There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy; O sweetest Melancholy![184-2] _The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves. _The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._ Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow. _The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._ And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October.[184-3] _The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we,[184-4] As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree. _The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184-5] _The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2._ Something given that way. _The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1._ Deeds, not words.[185-1] _The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4._ FOOTNOTES: [183-1] Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending him in particular all his life long.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part i. sect. 2, memb. 1, subsect. 2._ Burton also quotes Anthony Rusca in this connection, v. xviii. [183-2] An honest man's the noblest work of God.--POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 248._ BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._ [183-3] Weep no more, Lady! weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain; For violets plucked, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again. PERCY: _Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray._ [183-4] Let us do or die.--BURNS: _Bannockburn._ CAMPBELL: _Gertrude of Wyoming, part iii. stanza 37._ Scott says, "This expression is a kind of common property, being the motto, we believe, of a Scottish family."--_Review of Gertrude, Scott's Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153._ [184-1] See Bacon, page 165. [184-2] Naught so sweet as melancholy.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy. Author's Abstract._ [184-3] The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song:-- He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October; But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow. [184-4] Three merry men be we.--PEELE: _Old Wives' Tale, 1595._ WEBSTER (quoted): _Westward Hoe, 1607._ [184-5] See Shakespeare, page 49. [185-1] Deeds, not words.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 867._ ROBERT BURTON. 1576-1640. Naught so sweet as melancholy.[185-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy._[185-3] _The Author's Abstract._ I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.[185-4] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.[185-5] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ We can say nothing but what hath been said.[185-6] Our poets steal from Homer. . . . Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself.[185-7] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ It is most true, _stylus virum arguit_,--our style bewrays us.[186-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.[186-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Like the watermen that row one way and look another.[186-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.[186-4] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.[186-5] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Rob Peter, and pay Paul.[186-6] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Penny wise, pound foolish. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Women wear the breeches. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Like Æsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.[186-7] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Our wrangling lawyers . . . are so litigious and busy here on earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter,--some of them in hell. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.[186-8] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._ Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._ Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.[187-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ [Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, _ministerio dæmonum_, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._ Can build castles in the air.[187-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._ Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his "History of Scotland," contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain. . . . And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.[187-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._ Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2._ As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.[187-4] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2._ No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.[187-5] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._ Idleness is an appendix to nobility. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 6._ Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn? _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 2._ A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 6._ They do not live but linger. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10._ [Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.[188-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10._ [Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 11._ [The rich] are indeed rather possessed by their money than possessors. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._ Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._ Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._ A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._ I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.[188-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 13._ All our geese are swans. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._ Though they [philosophers] write _contemptu gloriæ_, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._ They are proud in humility; proud in that they are not proud.[188-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._ We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars; kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor confessed.[189-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 15._ _Hinc quam sic calamus sævior ense, patet._ The pen worse than the sword.[189-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 4._ Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."[189-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 6._ See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.[189-4] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 7._ Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._ Like him in Æsop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his shoulder to the wheel. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2._ Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men contending with adversity. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._ Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._ Almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at first princes' bastards; their worthiest captains, best wits, greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been base [born]. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._ As he said in Machiavel, _omnes eodem patre nati_, Adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. "We are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the difference?" _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._ Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.[190-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._ Christ himself was poor. . . . And as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.[190-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ Who cannot give good counsel? 'T is cheap, it costs them nothing. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ Many things happen between the cup and the lip.[190-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ What can't be cured must be endured. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles,--the one to be held by, the other not. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ All places are distant from heaven alike. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 4._ The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war." _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 6._ "Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, "if I had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play." _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._ Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._ Birds of a feather will gather together. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._ And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.[191-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3._ Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.[191-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3._ No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.[191-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ He is only fantastical that is not in fashion. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._ [Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels." _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._ To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 4._ Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.[192-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._ Diogenes struck the father when the son swore. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._ Though it rain daggers with their points downward. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ Going as if he trod upon eggs. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._ I light my candle from their torches. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 1._ England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.[192-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._ As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.[192-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._ Make a virtue of necessity.[192-4] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._ Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.[192-5] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._ If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.[193-1] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in obedience.[193-2] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ Out of too much learning become mad. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._ The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._ Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 5._ When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.[193-3] _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._ One religion is as true as another. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._ They have cheveril consciences that will stretch. _Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._ FOOTNOTES: [185-2] See Fletcher, page 184. There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy. HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._ [185-3] Dr. Johnson said Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy" was the only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to rise. And Byron said, "If the reader has patience to go through his volumes, he will be more improved for literary conversation than by the perusal of any twenty other works with which I am acquainted."--_Works, vol. i. p. 144._ [185-4] A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.--GARRICK: _Prologue on quitting the stage._ Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco (Being not unacquainted with woe, I learn to help the unfortunate).--VIRGIL: _Æneid, lib. i. 630._ [185-5] See Shakespeare, page 84. [185-6] Nihil dictum quod non dictum prius (There is nothing said which has not been said before).--TERENCE: _Eunuchus. Prol. 10._ [185-7] A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.--HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._ A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulders to mount on.--COLERIDGE: _The Friend, sect. i. essay viii._ Pigmæi gigantum humeris impositi plusquam ipsi gigantes vident (Pigmies placed on the shoulders of giants see more than the giants themselves).--_Didacus Stella in Lucan, 10, tom. ii._ [186-1] Le style est l'homme même (The style is the man himself).--BUFFON: _Discours de Réception_ (_Recueil de l'Académie_, 1750). [186-2] Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.--MONTAIGNE: _Apology for Raimond Sebond, book ii. chap. xii._ [186-3] Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.--PLUTARCH: _Whether 't was rightfully said, Live concealed._ Like rowers, who advance backward.--MONTAIGNE: _Of Profit and Honour, book iii. chap. i._ [186-4] See Shakespeare, page 132. [186-5] See Heywood, page 15. [186-6] See Heywood, page 14. RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xi._ [186-7] ÆSOP: _Fables, book v. fable v._ [186-8] He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes. BYRON: _The Corsair, canto iii. stanza 24._ [187-1] See Fletcher, page 183. [187-2] "Castles in the air,"--Montaigne, Sir Philip Sidney, Massinger, Sir Thomas Browne, Giles Fletcher, George Herbert, Dean Swift, Broome, Fielding, Cibber, Churchill, Shenstone, and Lloyd. [187-3] Oats,--a grain which is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.--SAMUEL JOHNSON: _Dictionary of the English Language._ [187-4] Carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and favour made knights at home. . . . They are called carpet knights because they receive their honours in the court and upon carpets.--MARKHAM: _Booke of Honour_ (1625). "Carpet knights,"--Du Bartas (ed. 1621), p. 311. [187-5] The exception proves the rule. [188-1] See Shakespeare, page 50. [188-2] Qui vino indulget, quemque alea decoquit, ille In venerem putret (He who is given to drink, and he whom the dice are despoiling, is the one who rots away in sexual vice).--PERSIUS: _Satires, satire v._ [188-3] His favourite sin Is pride that apes humility. SOUTHEY: _The Devil's Walk._ [189-1] When Abraham Lincoln heard of the death of a private, he said he was sorry it was not a general: "I could make more of them." [189-2] Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur l'épée (So far had the pen under the king the superiority over the sword).--SAINT SIMON: _Mémoires, vol. iii. p. 517_ (1702), _ed. 1856._ The pen is mightier than the sword.--BULWER LYTTON: _Richelieu, act ii. sc. 2._ [189-3] Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread. ANONYMOUS. Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim, Too mighty such monopoly of Fame. THOMAS SEWARD: _On Shakespeare's Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon._ Seven cities warred for Homer being dead; Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._ [189-4] A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.--JOHNSON: _Piazzi, 52._ [190-1] Set a beggar on horseback, and he 'll outride the Devil.--BOHN: _Foreign Proverbs_ (_German_). [190-2] See Wotton, page 174. [190-3] There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.--HAZLITT: _English Proverbs._ Though men determine, the gods doo dispose; and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.--GREENE: _Perimedes the Blacksmith_ (1588). [191-1] See Heywood, page 11. [191-2] See Heywood, page 20. [191-3] Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind. CAREW: _Think not 'cause men flattering say._ One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.--HOWELL: _Letters, book ii. iv._ (1621). She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. DRYDEN: _Persius, satire v. line 246._ Beauty draws us with a single hair.--POPE: _The Rape of the Lock, canto ii. line 27._ And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair. BLAND: _Anthology, p. 20_ (edition 1813). [192-1] See Heywood, page 10. [192-2] See Heywood, page 18. [192-3] See Shakespeare, page 44. [192-4] See Chaucer, page 3. [192-5] For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel.--MARTIN LUTHER: _Table Talk, lxvii._ God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. DRUMMOND: _Posthumous Poems._ No sooner is a temple build to God but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.--HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._ Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there. DEFOE: _The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1._ [193-1] Ignorance is the mother of devotion.--JEREMY TAYLOR: _To a Person newly Converted_ (1657). Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.--DRYDEN: _The Maiden Queen, act i. sc. 2._ [193-2] The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order. BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._ [193-3] Saint Augustine was in the habit of dining upon Saturday as upon Sunday; but being puzzled with the different practices then prevailing (for they had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday), consulted Saint Ambrose on the subject. Now at Milan they did not fast on Saturday, and the answer of the Milan saint was this: "Quando hic sum, non jejuno Sabbato; quando Romæ sum, jejuno Sabbato" (When I am here, I do not fast on Saturday; when at Rome, I do fast on Saturday).--_Epistle xxxvi. to Casulanus._ SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613. In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes to neere that comes to be denide.[193-4] _A Wife. St. 36._ FOOTNOTES: [193-4] In part she is to blame that has been tried: He comes too late that comes to be denied. MARY W. MONTAGU: _The Lady's Resolve._ PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it;[194-1] and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn. _A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1._ Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.[194-2] _A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4._ This many-headed monster.[194-3] _The Roman Actor. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Grim death.[194-4] _The Roman Actor. Act iv. Sc. 2._ FOOTNOTES: [194-1] See Middleton, page 172. [194-2] Death hath so many doors to let out life.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Custom of the Country, act ii. sc. 2._ The thousand doors that lead to death.--BROWNE: _Religio Medici, part i. sect. xliv._ [194-3] See Sir Philip Sidney, page 34. [194-4] Grim death, my son and foe.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book ii. line 804._ THOMAS HEYWOOD. ---- -1649. The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill.[194-5] _Apology for Actors_ (1612). I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom. _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._ Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.[194-6] _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._ Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.[194-7] _History of Women_ (_ed. 1624_). _Page 286._ FOOTNOTES: [194-5] See Shakespeare, page 69. [194-6] See Burton, page 189. [194-7] See Heywood, page 11. JOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654. Equity is a roguish thing. For Law we have a measure, know what to trust to; Equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity. 'T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a "foot" a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be! One Chancellor has a long foot, another a short foot, a third an indifferent foot. 'T is the same thing in the Chancellor's conscience. _Table Talk. Equity._ Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.[195-1] _Table Talk. Friends._ Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise; and yet everybody is content to hear. _Table Talk. Humility._ 'T is not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess. _Table Talk. Humility._ Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him we cannot abide. _Table Talk. Judgments._ Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him. _Table Talk. Law._ No man is the wiser for his learning. _Table Talk. Learning._ Wit and wisdom are born with a man. _Table Talk. Learning._ Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak. _Table Talk. Learning._ Take a straw and throw it up into the air,--you may see by that which way the wind is. _Table Talk. Libels._ Philosophy is nothing but discretion. _Table Talk. Philosophy._ Marriage is a desperate thing. _Table Talk. Marriage._ Thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the world.[195-2] _Table Talk. Pope._ They that govern the most make the least noise. _Table Talk. Power._ Syllables govern the world. _Table Talk. Power._ Never king dropped out of the clouds. _Table Talk. Power._ Never tell your resolution beforehand. _Table Talk. Wisdom._ Wise men say nothing in dangerous times. _Table Talk. Wisdom._ FOOTNOTES: [195-1] See Bacon, page 171. [195-2] Behold, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed.--OXENSTIERN (1583-1654). WILLIAM DRUMMOND. 1585-1649. God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.[196-1] I doubted of this saw, till on a day I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles. _Posthumous Poems._ FOOTNOTES: [196-1] See Burton, page 192. FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. _Letter to Ben Jonson._ Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. _On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey._ It is always good When a man has two irons in the fire. _The Faithful Friends. Act i. Sc. 2._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. (FRANCIS BEAUMONT and JOHN FLETCHER.) All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.[197-1] _Philaster. Act v. Sc. 3._ Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. _The Maid's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 2._ A soul as white as heaven. _The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1._ But they that are above Have ends in everything.[197-2] _The Maid's Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1._ It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour.[197-3] _A King and No King. Act iv. Sc. 3._ There is a method in man's wickedness,-- It grows up by degrees.[197-4] _A King and No King. Act v. Sc. 4._ As cold as cucumbers. _Cupid's Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1._ Calamity is man's true touchstone.[197-5] _Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1._ Kiss till the cow comes home. _Scornful Lady. Act iii. Sc. 1._ It would talk,-- Lord! how it talked![197-6] _Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 1._ Beggars must be no choosers.[197-7] _Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 3._ No better than you should be.[197-8] _The Coxcomb. Act iv. Sc. 3._ From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.[198-1] _The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. Sc. 2._ One foot in the grave.[198-2] _The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1._ Go to grass. _The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7._ There is no jesting with edge tools.[198-3] _The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7._ Though I say it that should not say it. _Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2._ I name no parties.[198-4] _Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 3._ Whistle, and she'll come to you.[198-5] _Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4._ Let the world slide.[198-6] _Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 2._ The fit 's upon me now! Come quickly, gentle lady; The fit 's upon me now. _Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 4._ He comes not in my books.[198-7] _The Widow. Act i. Sc. 1._ Death hath so many doors to let out life.[198-8] _The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2._ Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity 's the straightest.[198-9] _The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1._ Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,-- To which I leave him. _The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1._ Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.[199-1] _Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2._ What 's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink.[199-2] _Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2._ Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtime's harbinger. _The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1._ O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people! _The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act v. Sc. 1._ FOOTNOTES: [197-1] See Shakespeare, page 100. [197-2] See Shakespeare, page 145. [197-3] See Shakespeare, page 87. [197-4] Nemo repente fuit turpissimus (No man ever became extremely wicked all at once).--JUVENAL: _ii. 83._ Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrés (As virtue has its degrees, so has vice).--RACINE: _Phédre, act iv. sc. 2._ [197-5] Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men).--SENECA: _De Providentia, v. 9._ [197-6] Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk!--LEE: _Alexander the Great, act i. sc. 3._ [197-7] See Heywood, page 14. [197-8] She is no better than she should be.--FIELDING: _The Temple Beau, act iv. sc. 3._ [198-1] See Shakespeare, page 51. [198-2] An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.--PLUTARCH: _On the Training of Children._ [198-3] It is no jesting with edge tools.--_The True Tragedy of Richard III._ (_1594._) [198-4] The use of "party" in the sense of "person" occurs in the Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and other old English writers. [198-5] Whistle, and I'll come to ye.--BURNS: _Whistle, etc._ [198-6] See Shakespeare, page 72. [198-7] See Shakespeare, page 50. [198-8] See Webster, page 180. [198-9] Pity 's akin to love.--SOUTHERNE: _Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1._ Pity swells the tide of love.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night iii. line 107._ [199-1] But strive still to be a man before your mother.--COWPER: _Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii._ [199-2] Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be fierce poison to others).--LUCRETIUS: _iv. 637._ GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?[199-3] _The Shepherd's Resolution._ Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance. _Poem on Christmas._ Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[199-4] And therefore let 's be merry. _Poem on Christmas._ Though I am young, I scorn to flit On the wings of borrowed wit. _The Shepherd's Hunting._ And I oft have heard defended,-- Little said is soonest mended. _The Shepherd's Hunting._ And he that gives us in these days New Lords may give us new laws. _Contented Man's Morrice._ FOOTNOTES: [199-3] See Raleigh, page 26. [199-4] See Jonson, page 177. THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679. For words are wise men's counters,--they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools. _The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv._ No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. _The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. xviii._ THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639. He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires,-- As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. _Disdain Returned._ Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away. _Conquest by Flight._ An untimely grave.[200-1] _On the Duke of Buckingham._ The magic of a face. _Epitaph on the Lady S----._ FOOTNOTES: [200-1] An untimely grave.--TATE AND BRADY: _Psalm vii._ WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[201-1] _Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2._ Did therewith bury in oblivion. _Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._ Well-languaged Daniel. _Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._ FOOTNOTES: [201-1] See Bacon, page 170. ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674. Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones,--come and buy! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile,-- There 's the land, or cherry-isle. _Cherry Ripe._ Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. _The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._ Some asked how pearls did grow, and where? Then spoke I to my girl To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl. _The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._ A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness. _Delight in Disorder._ A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility,-- Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part. _Delight in Disorder._ You say to me-wards your affection 's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202-1] _Love me Little, Love me Long._ Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.[202-2] _To the Virgins to make much of Time._ Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. _To Music, to becalm his Fever._ Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. _To Daffadills._ Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202-3] _Sorrows Succeed._ Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then,[202-4] As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. _To Mistress Susanna Southwell._ Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. _The Night Piece to Julia._ I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.[203-1] _The Amber Bead._ Thus times do shift,--each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. _Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve._ Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine. _Ode for Ben Jonson._ Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203-2] _Seek and Find._ But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203-3] _The Rose._ FOOTNOTES: [202-1] See Marlowe, page 41. [202-2] Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.--_Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8._ Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.--SPENSER: _The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75._ [202-3] See Shakespeare, page 143. [202-4] Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out. SUCKLING: _Ballad upon a Wedding._ [203-1] See Bacon, page 168. [203-2] Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet (Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking).--TERENCE: _Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8._ [203-3] Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256._ FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644. Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks.[203-4] _Divine Poems_ (_ed. 1669_). Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Light will repay The wrongs of night; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! _Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14._ Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. _Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 2._ This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone. _Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep. 10._ The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204-1] Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. _Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 13._ The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204-2] _Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2._ It is the lot of man but once to die. _Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7._ FOOTNOTES: [203-4] Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 1011._ [204-1] To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.--EURIPIDES: _Alcestis, line 418._ [204-2] The longest way round is the shortest way home.--BOHN: _Foreign Proverbs (Italian)._ GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise. _Praise._ Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky. _Virtue._ Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. _Virtue._ Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. _Virtue._ Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine. _The Answer._ A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and th' action fine. _The Elixir._ A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice. _The Church Porch._ Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205-1] _The Church Porch._ Chase brave employment with a naked sword Throughout the world. _The Church Porch._ Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music. _The Church Porch._ The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. _The Church Porch._ Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. _Sin._ Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. _The Church Militant._ Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. _Man._ If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. _The Pulley._ The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords If when the soul unto the lines accords. _A True Hymn._ Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?[205-2] _The Size._ Do well and right, and let the world sink.[205-3] _Country Parson. Chap. xxix._ His bark is worse than his bite. _Jacula Prudentum._ After death the doctor.[205-4] _Jacula Prudentum._ Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.[205-5] _Jacula Prudentum._ No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.[206-1] _Jacula Prudentum._ God's mill grinds slow, but sure.[206-2] _Jacula Prudentum._ The offender never pardons.[206-3] _Jacula Prudentum._ It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle. _Jacula Prudentum._ To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.[206-4] _Jacula Prudentum._ The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.[206-5] _Jacula Prudentum._ Help thyself, and God will help thee.[206-6] _Jacula Prudentum._ Words are women, deeds are men.[206-7] _Jacula Prudentum._ The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.[206-8] _Jacula Prudentum._ A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.[206-9] _Jacula Prudentum._ FOOTNOTES: [205-1] And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. WATTS: _Song xv._ [205-2] See Heywood, page 20. BICKERSTAFF: _Thomas and Sally._ [205-3] Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua (Though the sky fall, let Thy will be done).--SIR T. BROWNE: _Religio Medici, part ii. sect. xi._ [205-4] After the war, aid.--_Greek proverb._ After me the deluge.--MADAME DE POMPADOUR. [205-5] Hell is paved with good intentions.--DR. JOHNSON (Boswell's _Life of Johnson, Annus 1775_.) [206-1] See Burton, page 192. [206-2] Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small.--F. VON LOGAU (1614-1655): _Retribution_ (translation). [206-3] They ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.--DRYDEN: _The Conquest of Grenada._ [206-4] God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.--STERNE: _Sentimental Journey._ [206-5] The lion is not so fierce as painted.--FULLER: _Expecting Preferment._ [206-6] God helps those who help themselves.--SIDNEY: _Discourses on Government, sect. xxiii._ FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard's Almanac._ [206-7] Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.--DR. MADDEN: _Boulter's Monument_ (supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745). [206-8] See Chaucer, page 4. [206-9] See Burton, page 185. IZAAK WALTON. 1593-1683. Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here disallow thee to be a competent judge. _The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._ Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learnt. _The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._ As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler. _The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._ I shall stay him no longer than to wish him a rainy evening to read this following discourse; and that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing. _The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._ As the Italians say, Good company in a journey makes the way to seem the shorter. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._ I am, sir, a Brother of the Angle. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._ It [angling] deserves commendations; . . . it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._ Angling is somewhat like poetry,--men are to be born so. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._ Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.[207-1] _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._ Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it." _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._ You will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending upon it. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._ I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, "That which is everybody's business is nobody's business." _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii._ Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii._ An excellent angler, and now with God. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv._ Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv._ No man can lose what he never had. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v._ We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler[208-1] said of strawberries: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did;" and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v._ Thus use your frog: put your hook--I mean the arming wire--through his mouth and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him as though you loved him. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8._ This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8._ Health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of,--a blessing that money cannot buy. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21._ And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling. _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21._ But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him; marked him for his own.[208-2] _Life of Donne._ The great secretary of Nature,--Sir Francis Bacon.[208-3] _Life of Herbert._ Oh, the gallant fisher's life! It is the best of any; 'T is full of pleasure, void of strife, And 't is beloved by many. _The Angler._ (John Chalkhill.)[209-1] FOOTNOTES: [207-1] Virtue is her own reward.--DRYDEN: _Tyrannic Love, act iii. sc. 1._ Virtue is to herself the best reward.--HENRY MORE: _Cupid's Conflict._ Virtue is its own reward.--PRIOR: _Imitations of Horace, book iii. ode 2._ GAY: _Epistle to Methuen._ HOME: _Douglas, act iii. sc. 1._ Virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness.--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Plato, xlii._ Ipsa quidem virtus sibimet pulcherrima merces (Virtue herself is her own fairest reward).--SILIUS ITALICUS (25?-99): _Punica, lib. xiii. line 663._ [208-1] William Butler, styled by Dr. Fuller in his "Worthies" (Suffolk) the "Æsculapius of our age." He died in 1621. This first appeared in the second edition of "The Angler," 1655. Roger Williams, in his "Key into the Language of America," 1643, p. 98, says: "One of the chiefest doctors of England was wont to say, that God could have made, but God never did make, a better berry." [208-2] Melancholy marked him for her own.--GRAY: _The Epitaph._ [208-3] Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates are secretaries of Nature.--HOWELL: _Letters, book ii. letter xi._ [209-1] In 1683, the year in which he died, Walton prefixed a preface to a work edited by him: "Thealma and Clearchus, a Pastoral History, in smooth and easy verse: written long since by John Chalkhill Esq., an aquaintant and friend of Edmund Spenser." Chalkhill,--a name unappropriated, a verbal phantom, a shadow of a shade. Chalkhill is no other than our old piscatory friend incognito.--ZOUCH: _Life of Walton._ JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666. The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings. _Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3._ Only the actions of the just[209-2] Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.[209-3] _Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3._ Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. _Cupid and Death._ FOOTNOTES: [209-2] The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. TATE AND BRADY: _Psalm cxxii. 6._ [209-3] "Their dust" in _Works_ edited by Dyce. SAMUEL BUTLER. 1600-1680. And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 11._ We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 45._ Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak;[210-1] That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 51._ He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and southwest side. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 67._ For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 81._ For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 89._ A Babylonish dialect Which learned pedants much affect. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 93._ For he by geometric scale Could take the size of pots of ale. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 121._ And wisely tell what hour o' the day The clock does strike, by algebra. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 125._ Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.[210-2] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 131._ Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 145._ He knew what 's what,[210-3] and that 's as high As metaphysic wit can fly. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 149._ Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished.[210-4] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 161._ 'T was Presbyterian true blue. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 191._ And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 199._ As if religion was intended For nothing else but to be mended. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 205._ Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 215._ The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 359._ For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 463._ He ne'er consider'd it, as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth.[211-1] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 490._ And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 647._ Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat![211-2] Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 821._ Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.[211-3] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 852._ And bid the devil take the hin'most.[211-4] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 633._ With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 831._ Like feather bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 872._ Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron![211-5] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1._ Who thought he 'd won The field as certain as a gun.[211-6] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 11._ Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 263._ I 'll make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 277._ He had got a hurt O' the inside, of a deadlier sort. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 309._ These reasons made his mouth to water. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 379._ While the honour thou hast got Is spick and span new.[212-1] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 398._ With mortal crisis doth portend My days to appropinque an end. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 589._ For those that run away and fly, Take place at least o' the enemy. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 609._ I am not now in fortune's power: He that is down can fall no lower.[212-2] _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 877._ Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse And sayings of philosophers. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1011._ If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain, He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1047._ When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1145._ Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable[212-3] at last. _Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367._ Some force whole regions, in despite O' geography, to change their site; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before come after. But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23._ Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow; Some kick'd until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 221._ No Indian prince has to his palace More followers than a thief to the gallows. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 273._ Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say fools for arguments use wagers. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 297._ Love in your hearts as idly burns As fire in antique Roman urns.[213-1] _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 309._ For what is worth in anything But so much money as 't will bring? _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 465._ Love is a boy by poets styl'd; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.[213-2] _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 843._ The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29._ Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79._ For truth is precious and divine,-- Too rich a pearl for carnal swine. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 257._ Why should not conscience have vacation As well as other courts o' th' nation? _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 317._ He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it; Then how can any man be said To break an oath he never made? _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 377._ As the ancients Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance,[214-1] And look before you ere you leap;[214-2] For as you sow, ye are like to reap.[214-3] _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 501._ Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated as to cheat.[214-4] _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1._ He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261._ Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 391._ To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923._ There 's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 957._ But Hudibras gave him a twitch As quick as lightning in the breech, Just in the place where honour 's lodg'd, As wise philosophers have judg'd; Because a kick in that part more Hurts honour than deep wounds before. _Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1065._ As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 481._ Still amorous and fond and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 687._ What makes all doctrines plain and clear? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was prov'd true before Prove false again? Two hundred more. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1277._ 'Cause grace and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin; And therefore no true saint allows They shall be suffer'd to espouse. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1293._ Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick, Though he gave his name to our Old Nick. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1313._ With crosses, relics, crucifixes, Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes,-- The tools of working our salvation By mere mechanic operation. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1495._ True as the dial to the sun,[215-1] Although it be not shin'd upon. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175._ But still his tongue ran on, the less Of weight it bore, with greater ease. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 443._ For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that 's slain.[215-2] _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243._ He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547._ With books and money plac'd for show Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. _Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 624._ And poets by their sufferings grow,[216-1]-- As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent. _Fragments._ FOOTNOTES: [210-1] He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas. CRANFIELD: _Panegyric on Tom Coriate._ [210-2] See Shakespeare, page 50. [210-3] See Skelton, page 8. [210-4] See Bacon, page 170. [211-1] See Heywood, page 11. [211-2] See Middleton, page 172. [211-3] See Fortescue, page 7. [211-4] Bid the Devil take the slowest.--PRIOR: _On the Taking of Namur._ Deil tak the hindmost.--BURNS: _To a Haggis._ [211-5] See Spenser, page 27. [211-6] Sure as a gun.--DRYDEN: _The Spanish Friar, act iii. sc. 2._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. vii._ [212-1] See Middleton, page 172. [212-2] He that is down needs fear no fall.--BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress, part ii._ [212-3] Outrun the constable.--RAY: _Proverbs, 1670._ [213-1] Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. COWPER: _Conversation, line 357._ [213-2] See Skelton, page 8. [214-1] See Lyly, page 33. [214-2] See Heywood, page 9. [214-3] Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.--_Galatians vi._ [214-4] This couplet is enlarged on by Swift in his "Tale of a Tub," where he says that the happiness of life consists in being well deceived. [215-1] True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. BARTON BOOTH: _Song._ [215-2] Let who will boast their courage in the field, I find but little safety from my shield. Nature's, not honour's, law we must obey: This made me cast my useless shield away. And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life, which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain; But who can get another life again? ARCHILOCHUS: _Fragm. 6._ (Quoted by Plutarch, _Customs of the Lacedæmonians._) Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus illum magis Græcum versiculum secularis sententiæ sibi adhibent, "Qui fugiebat, rursus proeliabitur:" ut et rursus forsitan fugiat (But overlooking the divine exhortations, they act rather upon that Greek verse of worldly significance, "He who flees will fight again," and that perhaps to betake himself again to flight).--TERTULLIAN: _De Fuga in Persecutione, c. 10._ The corresponding Greek, Anêr o pheugôn kai palin machêsetai, is ascribed to Menander. See _Fragments_ (appended to Aristophanes in Didot's _Bib. Græca_,), p. 91. That same man that runnith awaie Maie again fight an other daie. ERASMUS: _Apothegms, 1542_ (translated by Udall). Celuy qui fuit de bonne heure Pent combattre derechef (He who flies at the right time can fight again). _Satyre Menippée_ (1594). Qui fuit peut revenir aussi; Qui meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi (He who flies can also return; but it is not so with him who dies). SCARRON (1610-1660). He that fights and runs away May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again. RAY: _History of the Rebellion_ (1752), _p. 48._ For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again. GOLDSMITH: _The Art of Poetry on a New Plan_ (1761), _vol. ii. p. 147._ [216-1] Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. SHELLEY: _Julian and Maddalo._ SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605-1668. The assembled souls of all that men held wise. _Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. Stanza 37._ Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.[217-1] _The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1._ For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;[217-2] For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; His hooke was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,-- And then on rock he stood to bob for whale. _Britannia Triumphans. Page 15. 1637._ FOOTNOTES: [217-1] From ignorance our comfort flows.--PRIOR: _To the Hon. Charles Montague._ Where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise. GRAY: _Eton College, Stanza 10._ [217-2] For angling rod he took a sturdy oak; For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; . . . . . . His hook was baited with a dragon's tail,-- And then on rock he stood to bob for whale. From _The Mock Romance_, a rhapsody attached to _The Loves of Hero and Leander_, published in London in the years 1653 and 1677. Chambers's _Book of Days, vol. i. p. 173._ DANIEL: _Rural Sports, Supplement, p. 57._ His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak; His line, a cable which in storms ne'er broke; His hook he baited with a dragon's tail,-- And sat upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale. WILLIAM KING (1663-1712): _Upon a Giant's Angling_ (In Chalmers's "British Poets" ascribed to King.) SIR THOMAS BROWNE. 1605-1682. Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth. _Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. vi._ Rich with the spoils of Nature.[217-3] _Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xiii._ Nature is the art of God.[218-1] _Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xvi._ The thousand doors that lead to death.[218-2] _Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xliv._ The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.[218-3] _Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. li._ There is no road or ready way to virtue. _Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. lv._ It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.[218-4] _Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ii._ There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.[218-5] _Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ix._ Sleep is a death; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed! _Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii._ Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua.[218-6] _Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii._ Times before you, when even living men were antiquities,--when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number.[219-1] _Dedication to Urn-Burial._ I look upon you as gem of the old rock.[219-2] _Dedication to Urn-Burial._ Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave. _Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._ Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests. _Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._ Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it.[219-3] _Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._ What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women. _Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._ When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose. _Vulgar Errors._ FOOTNOTES: [217-3] Rich with the spoils of time.--GRAY: _Elegy, stanza 13._ [218-1] The course of Nature is the art of God.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night ix. line 1267._ [218-2] See Massinger, page 194. [218-3] The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book i. line 253._ [218-4] The human features and countenance, although composed of but some ten parts or little more, are so fashioned that among so many thousands of men there are no two in existence who cannot be distinguished from one another.--PLINY: _Natural History, book vii. chap. i._ Of a thousand shavers, two do not shave so much alike as not to be distinguished.--JOHNSON (1777). There never were in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.--MONTAIGNE: _Of the Resemblance of Children to their Fathers, book i. chap. xxxvii._ [218-5] Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face. LOVELACE: _Orpheus to Beasts._ [218-6] See Herbert, page 204. [219-1] 'T is long since Death had the majority.--BLAIR: _The Grave, part ii. line 449._ [219-2] Adamas de rupe præstantissimus (A most excellent diamond from the rock). A chip of the old block.--PRIOR: _Life of Burke._ [219-3] The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. CIBBER: _Richard III. act iii. sc. 1._ EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687. The yielding marble of her snowy breast. _On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._ That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.[219-4] _To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing._ A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. _On a Girdle._ For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. _While I listen to thy Voice._ Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek. _Of English Verse._ Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke. _Upon the Death of the Lord Protector._ Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. _Go, Lovely Rose._ How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! _Go, Lovely Rose._ Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse. _Panegyric on Cromwell._ In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; With such old counsellors they did advise, And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. _On St. James's Park._ And keeps the palace of the soul.[221-1] _Of Tea._ Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot. _Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica._ Could we forbear dispute and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. _Divine Love. Canto iii._ The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.[221-2] Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. _On the Divine Poems._ FOOTNOTES: [219-4] So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten." ÆSCHYLUS: _Fragm. 123_ (Plumptre's Translation). So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826._ Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart. THOMAS MOORE: _Corruption._ [221-1] The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.--BYRON: _Childe Harold, canto ii. stanza 6._ [221-2] See Daniel, page 39. To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.--ROGERS: _Pæstum._ THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661. Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. _Life of Monica._ He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.[221-3] _Life of the Duke of Alva._ She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him. _Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife._ He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows. _Holy and Profane State. The Good Husband._ One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience. _Holy and Profane State. The Good Advocate._ A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.[222-1] _Holy and Profane State. The True Church Antiquary._ But our captain counts the image of God--nevertheless his image--cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven. _Holy and Profane State. The Good Sea-Captain._ To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul. _Holy and Profane State. The Virtuous Lady._ The lion is not so fierce as painted.[222-2] _Holy and Profane State. Of Preferment._ Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room. _Holy and Profane State. Of Natural Fools._ The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. _Holy and Profane State. Of Tombs._ Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost. _Holy and Profane State. Of Books._ They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter. _Holy and Profane State. Of Marriage._ Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing. _Holy and Profane State. Fame._ Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.[222-3] _Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. 18, 1._ FOOTNOTES: [221-3] A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel, part i. line 156._ [222-1] See Bacon, p. 166. [222-2] See Herbert, p. 205. [222-3] See Bacon, p. 170. JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1._ Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 10._ Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 16._ What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.[223-1] _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22._ As far as angels' ken. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 59._ Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62._ Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 65._ What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 105._ To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 157._ And out of good still to find means of evil. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165._ Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors! _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 249._ A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.[224-1] _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253._ Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 261._ Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 275._ His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 292._ Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 302._ Awake, arise, or be forever fallen! _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 330._ Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 423._ Execute their airy purposes. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 430._ When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 500._ Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.[224-2] _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536._ Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540._ Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549._ His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 591._ In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 597._ Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 619._ Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 648._ Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 679._ Let none admire That riches grow in hell: that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 690._ Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710._ From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,-- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742._ Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress. _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781._ High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1._ Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39._ The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 44._ Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 47._ My sentence is for open war. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 51._ That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75._ When the scourge Inexorable and the torturing hour Call us to penance. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90._ Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 105._ But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason,[226-1] to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 112._ Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.[226-2] _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139._ For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night? _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146._ His red right hand.[227-1] _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 174._ Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 185._ The never-ending flight Of future days. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 221._ Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 274._ With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300._ The palpable obscure. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 406._ Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 432._ Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 476._ The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 490._ Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 496._ In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555._ Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565._ Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568._ A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd, At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes,--extremes by change more fierce; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592._ O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620._ Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628._ The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666._ Whence and what art thou, execrable shape? _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681._ Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 699._ So spake the grisly Terror. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 704._ Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707._ Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 712._ Hell Grew darker at their frown. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 719._ I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH! _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 787._ Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 803._ Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 845._ On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879._ Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894._ Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910._ To compare Great things with small.[230-1] _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921._ O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 948._ With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 995._ So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1021._ And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051._ Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1._ The rising world of waters dark and deep. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 11._ Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 37._ Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40._ Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 99._ See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 337._ Dark with excessive bright. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380._ Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 474._ Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 495._ And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. _Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686._ The hell within him. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 20._ Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,--wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 23._ At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads.[231-1] _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34._ A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 55._ Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73._ Such joy ambition finds. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 92._ Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 96._ So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 108._ That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122._ Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 162._ And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 194._ A heaven on earth. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 208._ Flowers worthy of paradise. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 241._ Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.[232-1] _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 256._ Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 269._ For contemplation he and valour form'd, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 297._ Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,-- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 307._ Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 323._ And with necessity, The tyrant's plea,[232-2] excus'd his devilish deeds. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 393._ As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 499._ Imparadis'd in one another's arms. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 506._ Live while ye may, Yet happy pair. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 533._ Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598._ The timely dew of sleep. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 614._ With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639._ Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 677._ In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.[234-1] _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 713._ Eas'd the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 739._ Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 750._ Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 800._ Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 810._ Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 830._ Abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 846._ All hell broke loose. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 918._ Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 987._ The starry cope Of heaven. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 992._ Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. _Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 1014._ Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 1._ Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13._ My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight! _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 18._ Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 71._ These are thy glorious works, Parent of good! _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 153._ Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 166._ A wilderness of sweets. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294._ Another morn Ris'n on mid-noon. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 310._ So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 331._ Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 449._ The bright consummate flower. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 481._ Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 601._ They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 637._ Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 658._ Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 667._ Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745._ So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he. _Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 896._ Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light. _Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 2._ Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight. _Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 29._ Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict. _Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 209._ Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die. _Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 345._ Far off his coming shone. _Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 768._ More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues. _Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 24._ Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. _Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 30._ Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving. _Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 205._ Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light. _Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 364._ Now half appear'd The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts. _Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 463._ Indu'd With sanctity of reason. _Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 507._ A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars. _Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 577._ The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 1._ There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 21._ And grace that won who saw to wish her stay. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43._ And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 47._ With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 83._ Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 163._ Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 173._ To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192._ Liquid lapse of murmuring streams. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 263._ And feel that I am happier than I know. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 282._ Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight? _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 383._ Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 488._ Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 502._ She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508._ The sum of earthly bliss. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 522._ So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 548._ Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 561._ Oft times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd.[238-1] _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 571._ Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 600._ With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. _Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618._ My unpremeditated verse. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 24._ Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 26._ Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 44._ Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 171._ The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 208._ Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 239._ For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249._ At shut of evening flowers. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 278._ As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445._ So gloz'd the tempter. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 549._ Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 633._ Left that command Sole daughter of his voice.[239-1] _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 652._ Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 782._ In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 853._ A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. _Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106._ Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease. _Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 77._ So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far. _Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 279._ How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap! _Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775._ Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269._ Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414._ Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness. _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 485._ And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd. _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491._ So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 535._ Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.[240-1] _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 553._ A bevy of fair women. _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 582._ The brazen throat of war. _Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 713._ Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. _Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645._ Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. _Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220._ Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd. _Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 228._ Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. _Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 56._ Elephants endors'd with towers. _Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 329._ Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 70._ Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 76._ The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.[241-1] _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220._ Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 240._ The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 244._ Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 267._ Socrates . . . Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 274._ Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 327._ As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace? _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 330._ Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. _Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 426._ O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! _Samson Agonistes. Line 80._ The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. _Samson Agonistes. Line 86._ Ran on embattled armies clad in iron, And, weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous. _Samson Agonistes. Line 129._ Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all. _Samson Agonistes. Line 293._ What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? _Samson Agonistes. Line 560._ But who is this, what thing of sea or land,-- Female of sex it seems,-- That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and stre