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For aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear, by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Act 1. Scene 1.
BOTTOM. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him.roar again, Let him roar again.
QUINCE. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.
ALL. That would hang us every mother's son.
BOTTOм. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice So, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove: I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale. Scene 2.
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day
That very time I saw (but thou couldst not),
* A graceful compliment to Queen Elizabeth is in
tended in these beautiful lines.
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell :
It fell upon a little western flower
Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound—
And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
I'll put a girdle round about the earth,
In forty minutes.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,*
A lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
* "Whereon the wild thyme blows," is the reading in some editions. The line is often incorrectly quoted thus, "Whereon the wild thyme grows."
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Act v. Scene I.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Act II. Scene 7.
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces ; That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Are you content to be our general ?
To make a virtue of necessity,*
And live, as we do, in this wilderness?
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
They have been at a great feast of languages, and
stolen the scraps.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Act v. Scene 1.
Of him that hears it; never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
Act v. Scene 2.
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight.
"Than I made vertue of necessitee."
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE.
I am Sir Oracle,
And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be landrats, and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves; I mean pirates; and then there is the perils of waters, winds, and rocks.
Even there where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,