John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
William Shakespeare 1564-1616 Loves Labour s Lost John Bartlett 1919 Familiar Quotations
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Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others’ books. These earthly godfathers of heaven’s lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth; 1 But like of each thing that in season grows. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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A man in all the world’s new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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A high hope for a low heaven. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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That unlettered small-knowing soul. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now ’t is not to be found. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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The rational hind Costard. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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A man of sovereign parts he is esteem’d; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. | |
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A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour’s talk withal. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. | |
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Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. | |
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By my penny of observation. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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A very beadle to a humorous sigh. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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A buck of the first head. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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You two are book-men. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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Dictynna, goodman Dull. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. | |
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It adds a precious seeing to the eye. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. | |
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As sweet and musical As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair; 2 And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. | |
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From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. | |
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He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. | |
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Priscian! a little scratched, ’t will serve. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. | |
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They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. | |
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In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. | |
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They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
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Let me take you a button-hole lower. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
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I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
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A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
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When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
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The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. | |
Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. |
Note 1. For “mirth,” White reads shews; Singer, shows. [back] |
Note 2. Musical as is Apollo’s lute.—John Milton: Comus, line 78. [back] |