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. Act iv. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. 1. The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. Ibid. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Ibid. The strength Of twenty men. Ibid. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book. Sc. 3. 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. "T is 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 : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 1. Sc. 5. Act iv. Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1. The live-long day. Beware the ides of March. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, Ibid. Sc. 2. In awe of such a thing as I myself. Ibid. "Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Walk under his huge legs and peep about Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Conjure with 'em, Ibid. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Ibid. There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd Ibid. Let me have men about me that are fat, He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort "T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Between the acting of a dreadful thing Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. A dish fit for the gods. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. Ibid. Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber : Which busy care draws in the brains of men; 1 "Utmost" in Singer. Ibid. With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. 1 You are my true and honourable wife, Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Will come when it will come. Caes. The ides of March are come. But I am constant as the northern star, Et tu, Brute! How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown! The choice and master spirits of this age. Ibid. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. 1 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. - GRAY: The Bard, i. 3, line 12. |