John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
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Some of us will smart for it. |
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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I was not born under a rhyming planet. |
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2. |
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Done to death by slanderous tongues. |
Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3. |
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Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others’ books. These earthly godfathers of heaven’s lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth; 1 But like of each thing that in season grows. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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A man in all the world’s new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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A high hope for a low heaven. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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That unlettered small-knowing soul. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now ’t is not to be found. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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The rational hind Costard. |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. |
Note 1. For “mirth,” White reads shews; Singer, shows. [back] |