John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
1867 |
O, wither’d is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fallen. 1 |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. |
1868 |
Let ’s do it after the high Roman fashion. |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. |
1869 |
For his bounty, There was no winter in ’t; an autumn ’t was That grew the more by reaping. |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1870 |
If there be, or ever were, one such, It ’s past the size of dreaming. |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1871 |
Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1872 |
I have Immortal longings in me. |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1873 |
Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. |
Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4. |
1874 |
Hath his bellyful of fighting. |
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
1875 |
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. |
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
1876 |
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. |
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
1877 |
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings, And Phœbus ’gins arise, 2 His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise. |
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
1878 |
As chaste as unsunn’d snow. |
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5. |
1879 |
Some griefs are medicinable. |
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
1880 |
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. |
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
Note 1. See Marlowe, Quotation 14. [back] |
Note 2. See Lyly, Quotation 2. [back] |