Blow, blow, thou winter wind! As man's ingratitude. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 7. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act iii. Sc. 2. It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Ibid. He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. This is the very false gallop of verses. Let us make an honourable retreat. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. With bag and baggage. O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. Answer me in one word. I do desire we may be better strangers. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. Ibid. Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellowfault came to match it. Neither rhyme nor reason.1 I would the gods had made thee poetical. Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 5. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. I have gained my experience. 1 See Spenser, page 30. Act iv. Sc. 1. I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. Ibid. I'll warrant him heart-whole. Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. Ibid. Ibid. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, Can one desire too much of a good thing? 1 For ever and a day. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. Chewing the food 2 of sweet and bitter fancy. It is meat and drink to me. Ibid. Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Act v. Sc. 1. "So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. Ibid. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Ibid. Ibid. No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. Sc. 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! Ibid. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. Ibid. The Retort Courteous; the Quip Modest; . . . the Reply Churlish; . . . the Reproof Valiant; . . . the Countercheck Quarrelsome; . . . the Lie with Circumstance; the Lie Direct. Ibid. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. Ibid. Good wine needs no bush.1 What a case am I in. Epilogue. Ibid. Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. Let the world slide.2 I'll not budge an inch. Ibid. Ibid. As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 1. Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.3 Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell. PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 968. 2 See Heywood, page 9. Money. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without 8 Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. - CONGREVE: The Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1. And thereby hangs a tale. My cake is dough. The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, "T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, Act v. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. Ibid All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1. The hind that would be mated by the lion Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Service is no heritage. He must needs go that the devil drives.1 My friends were poor but honest. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, They say miracles are past. All the learned and authentic fellows. A young man married is a man that's marr'd. Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. No legacy is so rich as honesty. 1 See Heywood, page 18. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Act iii. Sc. 5 The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill Ibid. The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. If music be the food of love, play on; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 2 I am sure care 's an enemy to life. At my fingers' ends. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1. Sc. 3. Ibid. Wherefore are these things hid? Ibid. Is it a world to hide virtues in? Ibid. One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. Sc. 5. We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Ibid 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave Ibid 1 How noiseless falls the foot of time!-W. R. SPENCER Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. 2 "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was made at the suggestion of Pope. 8 See Heywood, page 12. |