And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling ; 't is too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise

To what we fear of death.

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 115.

DUKE.

The hand that made you fair hath made you Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 179.

good.

Take, O! take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn ;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,

They say,

best men are moulded out of faults. Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 438.

Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote :
Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie;
And, in that glorious supposition, think,

He gains by death, that hath such means to die.

ANTIPHOLUS S.

Act 3, Sc. 2, 1. 47.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part;

Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer

heart;

My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

DROMIO S.

Act 3, Sc. 2, l. 61.

I have but lean luck in the match, and yet she is a wondrous fat marriage.

DROMIO S.

Act 3, Sc. 2, 1. 92.

Marry, sir, she's a kitchen-wench, and all grease; I know not what use to put her to, but

to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she 'll burn a week longer than the whole world. Act 3, Sc. 2, l. 95.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.

A mere anatomy, a mountebank,

dead man.

ÆGEON.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 240.

Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 315.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

DON PEDRO.

And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,
And take her hearing prisoner with the force
And strong encounter of my amorous tale.

CLAUDIO.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 271.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were little happy, could I say how much.

CLAUDIO.

Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 299.

Time goes on crutches, till love have all his rites.

BALTHAZAR.

Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 348.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore;

To one thing constant never.

HERO.

Act 2, Sc. 3, 1. 62.

If it prove so, then loving goes by haps:
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 106.

BENEDIK.

Well, every one can master a grief, but he that

has it.

Act 3, Sc. 2, 1. 28.

BENEDIK.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do!

FRIAR.

Act 4, Sc. 1, l. 17.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Into his study of imagination,

And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life,

Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

LEONATO.

Act 4, Sc. 1, l. 225.

For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the toothache patiently.

BENEDIK.

Act 5, Sc. 1, 1. 36.

If a man do not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. Act 5, Sc. 2, l. 62.

DON PEDRO.

Why, what's the matter,

That you have such a February face?

Act 5, Sc. 4, 1. 40.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

KING.

"With a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 255.

woman."

Мотн.

If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know;

For still her cheeks possess the same,

Which native she doth owe.

ARMADO.

Act 1, Sc. 2, 1. 97.

I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread.

ARMADO.

Act 1, Sc. 2, l. 163.

Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnetist. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Act 1, Sc. 2, l. 183.