John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
810 |
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. |
All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
811 |
Whose words all ears took captive. |
All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. |
812 |
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. |
All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. |
813 |
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. 1 |
All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. |
814 |
All impediments in fancy’s course Are motives of more fancy. |
All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. |
815 |
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. |
All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. |
816 |
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound 2 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1. |
817 |
I am sure care ’s an enemy to life. |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. |
818 |
At my fingers’ ends. 3 |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. |
819 |
Wherefore are these things hid? |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. |
820 |
Is it a world to hide virtues in? |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. |
821 |
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. |
822 |
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. |
823 |
’T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell’st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. |
Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. |
Note 1. How noiseless falls the foot of time!—W. R. Spencer: Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. [back] |
Note 2. ”Like the sweet south” in Dyce and Singer. This change was made at the suggestion of Pope. [back] |
Note 3. See Heywood, Quotation 34. [back] |