Familiar Quotations | Page 7

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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. 1.

I have thee on the hip
Act iv. Sc. 1.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word
Act v. Sc. 1.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Act v. Sc. 1.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
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.
Act v. Sc. 1.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a
naughty world.
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AS YOU LIKE IT.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
Act i. Sc. 2.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Cel. Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Act i. Sc. 3.
O how full of briers is this working-day world!
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and
venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
And this our life, exempt