Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle From her propriety. Actii. Sc. 3. Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? Cas. Ay, past all surgery. Act ii. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 3. O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! Act ii. Sc. 3. O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! Act ii. Sc. 3. Cas. Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. Iago. Come, come; good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. Perdition catch my soul, Act ii. Sc. 3. But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Act iii. Sc. 3. Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse, steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands; *For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, Venus and Adonis. But he that filches from me my good name And makes me poor indeed. Act iii. Sc. 3. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock Act iii. Sc. 3. But oh! what damned minutes tells her o'er, Poor and content is rich, and rich enough. Act iii. Sc. 3. To be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved. Act iii. Sc. 3. If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Act iii. Sc. 3. He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, O, now, forever, Act iii. Sc. 3. Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Act iii. Sc. 3. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago. Activ. Sc. 1. Steeped me in poverty to the very lips. But, alas! to make me Act iv. Sc. 2. The fixed figure for the time of scorn Act iv. Sc. 2. I have done the state some service, and they know it. Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Act v. Sc. 2. Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well. Of one, whose hand, Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, Act . Sc. 2. Richer than all his tribe. Act v. Sc. 2. Albeit unused to the melting mood. Act v. Sc. 2. VENUS AND ADONIS. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. A LOVER'S COMPLAINT. O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Stanza xlii. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together. Have you not heard it said full oft SONNETS. And stretched metre of an antique song. The painful warrior, famoused for fight, Stanza viii. Stanza xiv. Sonnet xvii. Sonnet xxv. Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Sonnet lii. And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Sonnet lxvi. |