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. |