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For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. Much Ado about Nothing. dct 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, More moving-delicate and full of life 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.

Sc. 2. The eftest way.

Ibid. Flat burglary as ever was committed.

Ibid. Condemned into everlasting redemption.

Ibid. Oh, that he were here to write me down an ass ! Ibid.

A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him.

Ibid. Patch grief with proverbs.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel.

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, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself.

Ibid. For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.


Some of us will smart for it.

Much Ado aboul Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. I was not born under a rhyming planet.

Sc. 2. Done to death by slanderous tongues.

Sc. 3. Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. Ibid. Small have continual plodders ever won

Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights

That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;1
But like of each thing that in season grows.

Ibid. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

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.

Sc. 2. The rational hind Costard.


1 For “mirth,” Wbite reads shews ; Singer, shows.

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 esteemid; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms : Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.

Act ii. Sc. 1. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.

Ibid. Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Ibid. By my penny of observation.

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; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

Ibid. He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink.

Act iv. Sc. 2. Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Ibid. You two are book-men.

Ibid. Dictynna, goodman Dull.

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? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

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
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive :
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

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.

Jbid. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

Ibid. They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Sc, 2. Let me take you a button-hole lower.

Ibid. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.

Ibid. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

When daisies pied and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.


1 Musical as is Apollo's lute. — Milton: Comus, line 78.


The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

Lore's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. But earthlier happy is the rose distillid Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

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; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, “ Behold !” The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.

Ibid. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Ibid. Masters, spread yourselves.

Sc. 2. This is Ercles' vein.

Ibid. I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.

Ibid. I am slow of study.

Ibid. That would hang us, every mother's son.

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. The human mortals.

Act ii. Sc. 1.3 The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music.


1 Maidens withering on the stalk. - WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk, stanza 1.

2 “Ever I could read," — Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White. 8 Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.

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