Familiar Quotations | Page 5

the love of money is the root of all evil.
2 Timothy iv. 7.
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.
Titus i. 15.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
Hebrews xi. 1.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped' for, the evidence of things not seen.
Hebrews xii. 6.
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.
Hebrews xiii. 2.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
James i. 12.
Blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried he shall receive the crown of life.
James iii. P
Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!
James iv. 7.
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
1 Peter iv. 8.
Charity shall cover the multitude of sins.
1 Peter v. 8.
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.
2 Peter iii. 10.
But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night.
1 John iv. 18.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
Revelation ii. 10.
Be thou faithful unto death.
Revelation ii. 27.
He shall rule them with a rod of iron.
Revelation xxii. 13.
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.
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SHAKESPEARE.
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.
Act i. Sc. 2.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
A very ancient and fishlike smell.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Our revels row 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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like an insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Act i. Sc. 2.
I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
To make a virtue of necessity.
Act iv. Sc. 4.
Is she not passing fair?
MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Why, then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
Act v. Sc. 1.
They say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
TWELFTH NIGHT.
Act i. Sc. 1.
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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor.
Act i. Sc, 3.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Act i. Sc. 5.
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Dost thou think, because them art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Act ii. Sc. 4.
She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm in 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.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Act iii. Sc, 2.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues.
Act i. Sc. 5.
Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
But man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority,
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Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
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.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Take, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of