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’T was merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
Sc. 7. Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him.
Act iüi. Sc. 1. He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
Sc. 13. Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Ibid. To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight.
Act iv. Sc. 4. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.
Ibid. The shirt of Nessus is upon me.
Sc. 12. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't.
Sc. 14. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Ibid. I am dying, Egypt, dying.
Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war,
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. Let's do it after the high Roman fashion.
Ibid. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping.
Act v. Sc. 2. If there be, or ever were, one such, It's past the size of dreaming.
lbid. Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.
Ibid. I have Immortal longings in me.
Ibid. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.
Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4. Hath his bellyful of fighting.
Act ii. Sc. 1. How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
Sc. 2. The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
And Phæbus 'gins arise,2
On chaliced flowers that lies;
To ope their golden eyes :
Ibid. As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Some griefs are medicinable.
1 See Marlowe, page 41.
So slippery that The fear 's as bad as falling.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No, 't is slander,
Some jay of Italy,
I have not slept one wink.
Thou art all the comfort
An angel ! or, if not,
Act iv. Sc. 2.
My clouted brogues from off my feet.
Golden lads and girls all must,
Oh, never say hereafter
Act v. Sc. 5.
Like an arrow shot
Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1.
3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
Venus and Adonis. Line 145,
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
Line 1027. For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Lucrece. Line 1006. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. Sonnet ii. And stretched metre of an antique song. Sonnet zuii.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Sonnet xviii.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
1 " Worth" in White.
Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Ibid. The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. Sonnet lxx.
That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
Sonnet licxxi. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Sonnet lxxxvii. Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.