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Shakspeare

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Shakspeare

The very rats
Instinctively had quit it. Tempest.

Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Ib.

And but he's something stained
With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mighst call him
A goodly person.
Ib.

Most sure the Goddess
On whom these airs attend.
Ib.

Look! he's winding up the watch of his wit
And bye and bye it will strike
Ib

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors
Most busyless when I do it
Ib.

I do beseech you
Chiefly that I may set it in my prayers
What is your name?
Ib

Every third tho't shall be my grave
Ib

Yet writers say as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating Love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all

2 Gentl. of Verona.
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed
For what I will I will—and theres an end.
Ib

And when that hour oerslips me in the day
Wherein I sigh not Julia for thy sake
The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
Torment me for my love's forgetfulness. Ib

For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews
Ib

Are you content to be our general
To make a virtue of necessity
And live as we do in this wilderness?
Ib

What say you to young master Fenton
he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth
he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he
smells April and May—he will carry't
he will carry't, tis in his buttons, he will
carry't.
Merry Wives of Windsor.

Besides these other bars he lays before me
My riots past—my wild societies
Ib

Hence bashful cunning
And prompt me plain and holy innocence
I am your wife if you will marry me.
Tempest

For I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music.
12th Night

He plays on the viol de gambo, and speaks
3 or 4 languages word for word without
book—and hath all the good gifts
or nature.
Ib

It shall become thee well to act my woes
Ib

And those that are fools let them use
their talents.
Ib

Two faults madonna
That drink and counsel will amend
Ib

Misprision in the highest degree
Ib

I think his soul is in hell madonna—
I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
Ib

Lady you are the cruellest she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
Ib

I see what you are—you are too proud
But if you were the devil you are fair.
Ib

I am a gentleman—I'll be sworn thou art.
Ib

Antonio; let me but know of you wither
you are bound. Sebastian: No sooth, Sir,
My determinate voyage is mere extravagan
cy
Ib

Poor lady! she were better love a dream!
Ib

Do not our lives consist of the 4 ele-
-ments? I'faith so they say—but I think
it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Ib

O what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip.
Ib

I pray you let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame
That do renown this city.
Ib

There comes the countess—now heaven walks
on Earth.
Ib

More than I love these eyes—more than my life
More by all mores than e'er I shall love wife
Ib

A contract of eternal bond of love
Attested by the holy close of lips
Ib.

Since when my watch hath told me towards my grave.
I have travelled but 2 hours.
Ib

We tool him for a coward
But he's the very devil incardinate.
Ib

Pardon me sweet one even for the vows
We made each other yet so late ago
Ib

One face—one voice—one habit—and 2 persons
Ib

What countryman? what name? what parentage?
Ib

But we do learn
His givings out were of an infinite distance
From his true meant design.
Measure for Measure

Falling in the flames of her own youth.
Ib

Lets write good angel on the devils' horn.
Ib

An' he had been a dog that should have
howled thus—they would have hanged him.
Much Ado About Nothing.

O what men may do! what men dare do!
what men daily do—not knowing what they do!
Ib

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination
Ib

Done to death by slanderer's tongue
Was the hero that here lies.
Ib

And in the spiced Indian air by night
Full often has she gossip'd by my side

Mid: Night's Dream

How came her eyes so bright? no with salt tears.
Ib

And those things do best please me
Which befall preposterously
Ib

The thrice 3 muses mourning for the death
Of learning late deceased in beggary
Ib

And one in all the world's new fashion planted
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain
Love's Labor Lost

But I protest I love to hear him lie,
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.
Ib

Devise wit—write pen—for I am for whole
volumes in folio.
Ib

What judgement shall I dread doing no wrong?
Merchant of Venice.

Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears—soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet-harmony
Ib

And this our life exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees—books in the running brooks
Sermons in stones—and good in every thing
As You Like It

Tho' in thy youth thou wert as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
Ib

If he compact of jars turn musical
We soon shall hear of discord in the spheres
Ib

What fool is this
O worthy fool one that hath been a courtier
Ib

Wast ever in court shepherd? No truly:
Then thou art d—d—Nay I hope—truly
thou art d—d.
Ib

The heathen philosopher when he had a
desire to eat a grape would open his
lips when he put it into his mouth—meaning
hereby that grapes were made to eat and
lips to open
Ib

And hath been tutored in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies.
Ib

What shall Cordelia do? Love and be silent.
King Lear

Let me if not by birth have lands by wit
Ib

Sometime I shall sleep out—the rest I'll whistle
Ib

Mishapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Romeo and Juliet

O teach me how I should forget to think.
Ib

Turning his face to the dew-dropping South.
Ib

O she doth teach the torches to burn bright
Ib

Your worship in that sense may call him man
Ib

Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid-now Heaven hath all.
Ib

I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault
Ib

O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest.
Ib