The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. A very ancient and fish-like smell. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. Fer. Here's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't. He that dies pays all debts. Sc. 2. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. As I foretold you, were all spirits, and And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, With foreheads villanous low. Deeper than ever did plummet sound, Act iv. Sc. 1. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Ibid. Ibid. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1. I have no other but a woman's reason: Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 1. As a nose on a man's face,1 or a weathercock on a steeple. She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Ibid. Sc. 4. He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. Sc. 7. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Act iii. Sc. 1. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, A man I am, cross'd with adversity. Is she not passing fair? How use doth breed a habit in a man! 2 O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. Come not within the measure of my wrath. I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Sc. 4. Act v. Sc. 4. Ibid. Ibid. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. Ibid. 1 As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.. BURTON: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 1. 2 Custom is almost second nature. - PLUTARCH: Preservation of Health. It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1 Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. Mine host of the Garter. Ibid. Ibid. I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. Ibid. If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.1 Ibid. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? Sc. 3. "Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase! Ibid. Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. Ibid. Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! Ibid. Thou art the Mars of malcontents. Ibid. Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Ibid. Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. Ibid. We have some salt of our youth in us. Sc. 3. 1 Familiarity breeds contempt.-PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 640. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.1 The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2. What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! Oh, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Sc. 3. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. Act iv. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. In his old lunes again. So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. Ibid. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Act v. Sc. 1. Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1. 1 What the dickens! - THOMAS HEYWOOD: Edward IV. act iii. sc. 1. 2 As ill luck would have it. -CERVANTES: Don Quixote, pt. i. bk. i. ch. ii. He was ever precise in promise-keeping. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2. Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. Sc. 3.1 I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. Sc. 4.1 Is very snow-broth; one who never feels A man whose blood The wanton stings and motions of the sense. He arrests him on it; Ibid.1 And follows close the rigour of the statute, Ibid.1 Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. This will last out a night in Russia, Ibid.1 Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Sc. 2. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; 1 Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight. 2 Compare Portia's words in Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. |