John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
776 |
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. |
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. |
777 |
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. |
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. |
778 |
The Retort Courteous;… the Quip Modest;… the Reply Churlish;… the Reproof Valiant;… the Countercheck Quarrelsome;… the Lie with Circumstance;… the Lie Direct. |
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. |
779 |
Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. |
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. |
780 |
Good wine needs no bush. 1 |
As You Like It. Epilogue. |
781 |
What a case am I in. |
As You Like It. Epilogue. |
782 |
Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. |
783 |
Let the world slide. 2 |
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. |
784 |
I ’ll not budge an inch. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. |
785 |
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 2. |
786 |
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1. |
787 |
There ’s small choice in rotten apples. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1. |
788 |
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2. |
789 |
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2. |
790 |
And do as adversaries do in law,— Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. |
The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2. |
791 |
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. 3 |
The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
Note 1. You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 968. [back] |
Note 2. See Heywood, Quotation 2. Beaumont and Fletcher: Wit without Money. [back] |
Note 3. Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.—William Congreve: The Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1. [back] |