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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
434
    I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. 1
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.
435
      What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3.
436
    O, what a world of vile ill-favour’d faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
437
    Happy man be his dole!
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
438
    I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
439
    As good luck would have it. 2
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
440
      The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
441
    A man of my kidney.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
442
    Think of that, Master Brook.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
443
    Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
444
    In his old lunes again.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
445
    So curses all Eve’s daughters, of what complexion soever.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
446
    This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
          The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.
447
    Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, ’t were all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch’d
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.
          Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.
 
Note 1.
What the dickens!—Thomas Heywood: Edward IV. act iii. sc. 1. [back]
Note 2.
As ill luck would have it.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, pt. i. bk. i ch. ii. [back]