John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| 460 |
| The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. |
| Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 461 |
| O, it is excellent To have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. |
| Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 462 |
| But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he ’s most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep. |
| Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 463 |
| That in the captain ’s but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. |
| Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 464 |
| Our compell’d sins Stand more for number than for accompt. |
| Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| 465 |
| The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. |
| Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 466 |
| A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. |
| Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 467 |
| Palsied eld. |
| Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 468 |
| The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. |
| Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 469 |
| The cunning livery of hell. |
| Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 470 |
| Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison’d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. |
| Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |