Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Twelfth Night. Act i Sc. 5. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Act ii. Sc. 3. Ibid. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Ibid. Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? Ibid. Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibid. Ibid. And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Ibid Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought. She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night. Act . Sc. 4 I am all the daughters of my father's house, Ibid. An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Sc. 5 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Ibid. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful Act iii. Sc. 1 In the contempt and anger of his lip! Ibid. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Ibid. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Sc. 2 I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. Sc. 4. Put thyself into the trick of singularity. Ibid "T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Ibid. This is very midsummer madness. Ibid. What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. Ibid. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Ibid. More matter for a May morning. Ibid. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Ibid. An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him. 1 Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce. Ibid. Out of the jaws of death." Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.1 Ibid.1 As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is. Act iv. Sc. 2. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. For the rain it raineth every day. They say we are Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2. What's gone and what's past help Almost as like as eggs. Should be past grief. O Proserpina, Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iv. Sc. 3.3 For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall That come before the swallow dares, and take 1 Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce. Ibid. Into the jaws of death.-TENNYSON: The Charge of the Light Brigade, stanza 3. In the jaws of death. - DU BARTAS: Divine Weekes and Workes, sec ond week, first day, part iv. 3 Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4 When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea,2 that you might ever do Nothing but that. Ibid. I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. Ibid. Ibid. Lord of thy presence and no land beside. King John. Act i. Sc. 1. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. For courage mounteth with occasion. I would that I were low laid in my grave: Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. Ibid. He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; Ibid. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words 1 Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White 2 Like a wave of the sea. — James i. 6. 8 Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight. Ibid.& Sc. 2.8 I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.1 Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight To teach thee safety. Ibid.1 Ibid. Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Ibid That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, When Fortune means to men most good, How now, foolish rheum! To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 1 Act ii. Sc. 2 in White. Ibid Sc. 4. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. When fortune flatters, she does it to betray.-PUBLIUS SYRUS Maxim 278. |