Familiar Quotations | Page 6

day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain.[1]
[Note 1: This song; is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following additional stanza:
"Hide, O hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the fruits that grow Are of those that April wears; But first set my poor heart free. Bound in those icy chains for thee."
There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher.]
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
Act i. Sc. 1.
He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
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 other agent.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Sits the wind in that corner?
Act ii. Sc. 3.
When I said I should die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Everyone can master a grief, but he that Lath it.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Are you good men and true?
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Comparisons are odorous.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
O that he were here to write me down--an ass!
Act iv. Sc. 2.
A fellow that had losses.
Act v. Sc. 1.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
Act i. Sc. 1.
But earthly happier is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Act i. Sc. 2.
A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.
Act v. Sc. 1.
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 shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Act v. Sc. 1.
He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
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.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Act i. Sc. 1.
I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
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.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Even there, where merchants most do congregate.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe,
Act i. Sc. 3.
Many a time, and oft, the Rialto, have you rated me.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Act ii, Sc. 6.
All things that are, Are with more spirits chased than enjoyed.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
All that glisters is not gold.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Act iii. Sc. 5.
Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
Act iv. Sc. 1.
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes,
Act iv. Sc. 1.
A Daniel come to judgment.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Is it so nominated in the bond.
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I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond?
Act iv. Sc.