Familiar Quotations | Page 6

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 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.