John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. |
| Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
| 1842 |
| I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. |
| Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
| 1843 |
| There ’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 1844 |
| On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1845 |
| This grief is crowned with consolation. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1846 |
| Give me to drink mandragora. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1847 |
| Where ’s my serpent of old Nile? |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1848 |
| A morsel for a monarch. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1849 |
| My salad days, When I was green in judgment. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1850 |
| Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 1851 |
| Small to greater matters must give way. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 1852 |
| The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne, Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar’d all description. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 1853 |
| Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 1854 |
| I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3. |