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It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
The evil that men do lives after them;
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen !
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
Thou hast describ'd
A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
There is no terror, Cassius, in your
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings.*
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes;
With every thing that pretty bin:
My lady sweet, arise;
Song. Act II.
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile.
*None but the lark so shril and clear!
ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE,
by John Lyly, Act v. Scene I
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
Aye, every inch a king.
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to
sweeten my imagination.
When we are born, we cry, that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices,
Make instruments to scourge us.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low: an excellent thing in woman.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
The weakest goes to the wall.
One fire burns out another's burning:
Act 1. Scene 2.
VO, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
Act 1. Scene 4.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright;
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.
My only love sprung from my only hate!