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Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow, how shall we find the concord of this discord?-PHILOST. V., 1.


Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, and yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; at whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, troop home to church-yards.-PUCK. III., 2.

Never any thing can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.-THE. V., 1.


Since once I sat upon a promontory, and heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, that the rude sea grew civil at her song; and certain stars shot madly from their spheres to hear the sea-maid's music.-OBE. II., 2.

Scorn and derision never come in tears.-Lys. III., 2.

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me a while from mine own company.-HEL. III., 2.

Such tricks hath strong imagination; that, if it would but apprehend some joy, it comprehends some bringer of that joy, or, in the night, imagining some fear, how easy is a bush supposed a bear?-THE.


To you your father should be as a god; one that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one to whom you are but as a form in wax, by him imprinted, and within his power to leave the figure, or disfigure it.-THE. I., 1.


The course of true love never did run smooth.-Lys. 1.

To-morrow night when Phoebe doth behold her silver visage in the wat ry glass, decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, &c., &c.-Lys. I., 1.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.-HEL. I., 1.

That will ask some tears in the true performing of it. -Bor. I., 2.

The sun was not so true unto the day, as he to me. -HER. III., 2.

There is no following her in this fierce vein.-DEM. III., 2.

This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.-HEL. III., 2.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.—THE. V., 1.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.-THE V., 1.


We cannot fight for love, as men may do we should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.-HEL. II., 2.

Who will not change a raven for a dove?-Lys. II., 3.

Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?— LYS. III., 2.

We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, and mark the musical confusion of hounds and echo in conjunction.-THE. IV., 1.


Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: it fell upon a little western flower,-before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound,—and maidens call it love-inidleness.-OBE. II., 2.

You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood.-Dem. III., 2.

You are too officious in her behalf, that scorns your services.-DEM. III., 2.

King Lear.


Although the last, not least.-LEAR, Act I., Scene 1.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.KENT, II., 2.

All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, and dotage terms so.-GON. II., 4.

Allow not nature more than nature needs.-LEAR, II., 4.

All friends shall taste the wages of their virtue, and all foes the cup of their deservings.—ALB. V., 3.


Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, that make ingrateful man!— LEAR, III., 2.


Down, thou climbing sorrow, thy element's below! —LEAR, II., 4.


Fie, foh, and fum,

I smell the blood of a British man.-EDG. III., 4.


How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!—LEAR, I., 4.

He that has a house to put his head in, has a good head piece.-FOOL, III., 2.

Henceforth I'll bear affliction, till it do cry out itself, enough, enough, and die.-GLO. IV., 6.

Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low: an excellent thing in woman.-LEAR, V., 3.


I do love you more than words can wield the matter, dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty; beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour: as much as child e'er lov'd, or father found. A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.-GON. I., 1.

I am sure, my love's more richer than my tongue.— COR. I., 1.

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