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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
970
    Exceedingly well read.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
971
    A good mouth-filling oath.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
972
    A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
973
    To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
974
    An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
975
    Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
976
    Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
977
    Rob me the exchequer.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
978
    This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
979
    That daffed the world aside,
And bid it pass.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
980
    All plumed like estridges that with the wind
Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
981
    I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d,
Rise from the ground like feather’d Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp’d down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
982
    The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
983
    A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I ’ll not march through Coventry with them, that ’s flat: nay, and the