'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!

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.

He wears the rose

Of youth upon him.

Men's judgments are

A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike.

To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to 't with delight.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
The shirt of Nessus is upon me.

Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,

Sc. 7.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Sc. 13.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

Sc. 12.

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

With trees upon 't.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,

As water is in water.

Since Cleopatra died,

I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods

Detest my baseness.

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Sc. 14.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Sc. 15.

Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The soldier's pole is fallen.1

Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion.

For his bounty,

There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was

That grew the more by reaping.

If there be, or ever were, one such,

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 2.

How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.

Sc. 2.

The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,2

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes :
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.

As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

Some griefs are medicinable.

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.

1 See Marlowe, page 41.

1 See Lyly, page 32.

Sc. 3.

Ibid.

Sc. 5.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Sc. 3.

Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.

Some jay of Italy,

Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him :
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.

It is no act of common passage, but

Sc. 4.

Ibid.

A strain of rareness.

Ibid.

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth

Finds the down pillow hard.

An angel! or, if not,

An earthly paragon!

Sc. 6.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.

And put

My clouted brogues from off my feet.

Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Oh, never say hereafter

But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother

When I was but

your sister.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 5.

Like an arrow shot

From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark

His eye

doth level at.

Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1.

3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the

sea.

1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Venus and Adonis. Line 145.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Line 1019.

Line 1027.

Lucrece. Line 1006.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
And stretched metre of an antique song.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

The painful warrior famoused for fight,1
After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

Sonnet iii.

Sonnet xvii.

Sonnet xviii.

Sonnet xxv.

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.

Sonnet lii.

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

Sonnet liv.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

Sonnet lv.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

Sonnet læv.

Sonnet lævi.

And art made tongue-tied by authority.

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
The ornament of beauty is suspect,

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

Ibid.

Sonnet lxx.

That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live such virtue hath my pen

Sonnet lxxiii.

Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

Do not drop in for an after-loss.

Sonnet lxxxi.

Sonnet lxxxvii.

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.

Sonnet xc.