Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, Romeo and Juliet. Acti Sc. 4. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. For you and I are past our dancing days.1 It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Shall have the chinks. Too early Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, Ibid. Sc. 5. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid! Act ii. Sc. 1. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Sc. 2.8 Ibid.4 Ibid.4 O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? 1 My dancing days are done. - BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Scorn ful Lady, act v. sc. 3. 2 Dyce, Knight, and White read, "Her beauty hangs." Act ii. sc. 1 in White. Act ii. sc. 1 in White. At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.1 Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.2 Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops - Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Ibid.2 The god of my idolatry. Ibid.2 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ibid.2 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Ibid.2 How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Ibid.2 Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Ibid.2 O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, The courageous captain of complements. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibid. 1 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers). TIBULLUS, iii. 6, 49. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in White. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. My man's as true as steel.1 These violent delights have violent ends. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 6. Ibid. Ibid. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. A word and a blow." A plague o' both your houses! Act iii. Sc. 1. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Ibid. Ibid. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve. When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And pay no worship to the garish sun. Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Was Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. O, that deceit should dwell ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? In such a gorgeous palace! 1 True as steel. Ibid. CHAUCER: Troilus and Creseide, book v. Compare Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2. Word and a blow. - DRYDEN: Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1. BUNYAN: Pilgrim's Progress, part i. Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 5. Ibid.. For sweet discourses in our time to come. Ibid.. Villain and he be many miles asunder. Ibid.. Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. Ibid.. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. I do remember an apothecary,- Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. Act iv. Sc. 2.. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid.. Ibid.. A beggarly account of empty boxes. Ibid. Famine is in thy cheeks. Ibid.. The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. Ibid. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, Arms, take your last embrace! Ibid. Ibid But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, - honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. Sc. 2. Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy. 'Tis lack of kindly warmth. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. We have seen better days. Are not within the leaf of pity writ. I'll example you with thievery : Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 1. Sc. 5. Act iv. Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Ibid. Act v. Sc. L |