Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureMacmillan A. Company, 1903 - 1158 pages |
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... hour's talk withal . 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 . By my penny of observation . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Ibid ...
... hour's talk withal . 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 . By my penny of observation . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Ibid ...
Page 68
... hour to hour we ripe and ripe , And then from hour to hour we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.1 Ibid . My lungs began to crow like chanticleer , That fools should be so deep - contemplative ; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour ...
... hour to hour we ripe and ripe , And then from hour to hour we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.1 Ibid . My lungs began to crow like chanticleer , That fools should be so deep - contemplative ; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour ...
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... that's marr'd . Ibid . Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . No legacy is so rich as honesty . 1 See Heywood , page 18 . Sc . 4 . Act iii . Sc . 5 . The web of our life is of a mingled yarn SHAKESPEARE . 73.
... that's marr'd . Ibid . Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . No legacy is so rich as honesty . 1 See Heywood , page 18 . Sc . 4 . Act iii . Sc . 5 . The web of our life is of a mingled yarn SHAKESPEARE . 73.
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... hour by Shrewsbury clock . King Henry IV . Part I. Act v . Sc . 4 . I'll purge , and leave sack , and live cleanly . Even such a man , so faint , so spiritless , Ibid . So dull , so dead in look , so woe - begone , Drew Priam's curtain ...
... hour by Shrewsbury clock . King Henry IV . Part I. Act v . Sc . 4 . I'll purge , and leave sack , and live cleanly . Even such a man , so faint , so spiritless , Ibid . So dull , so dead in look , so woe - begone , Drew Priam's curtain ...
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... hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east . As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun . Saint - seducing gold . Ibid . Ibid ...
... hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east . As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun . Saint - seducing gold . Ibid . Ibid ...
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Anatomy of Melancholy angels BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Chap Chaucer Childe Harold's Pilgrimage dark dead dear death deed devil DIOGENES LAERTIUS divine Don Quixote doth dream Dryden earth Epistle eternal evil fair fear fire flower fool give glory golden grave hand happy hath heart heaven hell Henry Heywood honour hope Hudibras Ibid JOHN king light Line live look Lord man's Maxim merry mind morning nature ne'er never night numbers o'er peace pleasure PLUTARCH Pope proverb PUBLIUS SYRUS Richard III rose Sect Shakespeare sing sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul Speech spirit Stanza stars sweet tears thee Themistocles thine things THOMAS THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thought tongue truth unto viii virtue wind wise woman words young youth
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Page 119 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 79 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 69 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Page 137 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of...
Page 91 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 121 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 117 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 324 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 118 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 110 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.