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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
699
    The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
          The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
700
    How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
          The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
701
    How many things by season season’d are
To their right praise and true perfection!
          The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
702
    This night methinks is but the daylight sick.
          The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
703
    These blessed candles of the night.
          The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
704
    Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Of starved people.
          The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
705
    We will answer all things faithfully.
          The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
706
    Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
707
    The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
708
    Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
709
    Your heart’s desires be with you!
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
710
    One out of suits with fortune.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
711
    Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
712
    My pride fell with my fortunes.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
713
    Cel. Not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
714
    O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
715
    Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
716
    We ’ll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have.
          As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.