John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| 385 |
| The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 386 |
| There ’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with ’t. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 387 |
| Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live. |
| The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 388 |
| A very ancient and fish-like smell. |
| The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 389 |
| Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. |
| The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 390 |
| Fer. Here ’s my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in ’t. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 391 |
| He that dies pays all debts. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 392 |
| A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 393 |
| Deeper than e’er plummet sounded. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 394 |
| Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. |
| The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 395 |
| With foreheads villanous low. |
| The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 396 |
| Deeper than did ever plummet sound I ’ll drown my book. |
| The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 397 |
| Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip’s bell I lie. |
| The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 398 |
| Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. |
| The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |