For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Into the eye and prospect of his soul. Ibid. Masters, it is proved already that you are little better. than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. The eftest way. Flat burglary as ever was committed. Condemned into everlasting redemption. Oh, that he were here to write me down an ass! Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. Patch grief with proverbs. Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. Charm ache with air, and agony with words. Ibid. "T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, Some of us will smart for it. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. I was not born under a rhyming planet. Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. Have no more profit of their shining nights Ibid. Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Ibid. At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;1 Ibid. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Ibid. A high hope for a low heaven. Ibid. And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. Ibid. That unlettered small-knowing soul. Ibid. A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Ibid. Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! Ibid. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found. The rational hind Costard. 1 For "mirth," White reads shews; Singer, shows. Sc. 2. Ibid. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Love's Labour's Lost, Act i. Sc. 2. A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Within the limit of becoming mirth, Delivers in such apt and gracious words Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat. Ibid. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. Ibid. A very beadle to a humorous sigh. Ibid. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; He hath never fed of the dainties that are book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he drunk ink. Ibid. bred in a hath not Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. You two are book-men. Dictynna, goodman Dull. Act iv. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. Ibid. For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Sc. 3. It adds a precious seeing to the eye. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; 1 From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : Ibid. Ibid. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. 1. Priscian a little scratched, 't will serve. Ibid. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Ibid. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. Let me take you a button-hole lower. Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. Ibid. Ibid. When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue. Do paint the meadows with delight, 1 Musical as is Apollo's lute. - MILTON: Comus, line 78. Ibid. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn1 A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. For aught that I could ever read," Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Ibid. Oh, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. Ibid. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; The jaws of darkness do devour it up: Ibid. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Ibid. I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. Ibid. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1.3 The human mortals. The rude sea grew civil at her song, 1 Maidens withering on the stalk. stanza 1. Ibid. WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk, 2 "Ever I could read," Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White. 8 Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. |