Familiar Quotations | Page 8

from public haunts, Finds tongues in trees,
books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in
everything.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament, As wordlings do,
giving thy sum of more To that which had too much."
Act ii. Sc. 3.
And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the
sparrow, Be comfort to my age!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my
blood;
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Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
And railed on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms.... And
looking on it with lack-luster eye, "Thus we may see," quoth he, "how
the world wags.

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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."
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Motley's the only wear.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on
whom I please.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
The why is plain as way to parish church.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time
plays many parts
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And then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining
morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then, the
lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress'
eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the
pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble
reputation Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice,
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Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The
sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.
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Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second
childishness, and mere oblivion.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's
ingratitude.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
Act iii. Sc. 8.
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me
sad.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not
for love.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
Act v. Sc. 2.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's
eyes!

Act v. Sc. 4.
Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
Epilogue.
Good wine needs no bush.
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TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Act iv. Sc. 1,
And thereby hangs a tale.
Act v. Sc. 2.
My cake is dough.
WINTER'S TALE.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
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.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever
do Nothing but that.
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ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
Act i. Sc. 1.
It were all one, That I should love a bright, particular star, And think to
wed it, he is so above me.
Act v. Sc. 3.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
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COMEDY OF ERRORS.
Act v. Sc. 1.
They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy.
MACBETH.
Act i. Sc. 1.
When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Act i. Sc. 1.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the
imperial theme.
Act i. Sc. 3.

Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest
day.
Act i. Sc. 4.
Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.
Act i. Sc. 4.
There's no art To find the mind's construction