John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| 836 |
| I am all the daughters of my father’s house, And all the brothers too. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| 837 |
| An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5. |
| 838 |
| Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5. |
| 839 |
| Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 840 |
| Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 841 |
| Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 842 |
| Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 843 |
| I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 844 |
| Put thyself into the trick of singularity. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 845 |
| ’T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 846 |
| This is very midsummer madness. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 847 |
| What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 848 |
| If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 849 |
| More matter for a May morning. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 850 |
| Still you keep o’ the windy side of the law. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 851 |
| An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I ’ld have seen him damned ere I’ ld have challenged him. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. 1 |
| Note 1. Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce. [back] |