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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
903
    O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer’s heat?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
          King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
904
    The tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony.
          King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
905
    The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
          King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
906
    This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
          King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
907
    The ripest fruit first falls.
          King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
908
    Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.
          King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
909
    Eating the bitter bread of banishment.
          King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
910
    Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.
          King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
911
    Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.
          King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
912
    O, call back yesterday, bid time return!
          King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
913
    Let ’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.
          King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.