All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. There is a tide in the affairs of men Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Is bound in shallows and in miseries. Ibid. We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. Ibid. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! This was the noblest Roman of them all. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man!" 1 W. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Ibid. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 3. Sc. 5. Ibid. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. Sc. 2 Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid. Dwindle, peak, and pine. What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Ibid. That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Against the use of nature. Present fears And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Ibid. Nothing is But what is not. Ibid. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ibid. Ibid. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died There's no art Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. To find the mind's construction in the face. More is thy due than more than all can pay. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Shake my fell purpose. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 5. Ibia. Ibid. Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, Which shall to all our nights and days to come Ibid. Ibid. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Sc. 6. Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well Could trammel up the consequence, and catch Ibid 1 But in these cases With his surcease success; that but this blow Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. Besides, this Duncan. Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Ibid I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. Ibid. Letting "I dare not " wait upon "I would," But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail. Ibid. 1 See Heywood, page 14. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Ibid. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Ibid. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell The bell invites me. That summons thee to heaven or to hell. It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Confounds us. The attempt and not the deed I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! 1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. Ibid. Sc. 2.1 Ibid.1 Ibid. |