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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
Stony limits cannot hold love out ;
At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast !
Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of
Scene 1. meat.
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.'
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Scene 2. * Dryden, in “ All for Love," Act 3, has a plagiaristic imitation of these exquisite lines.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Act 11. Scene 2.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
O, that men's ears should be
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
She is a woman,
be woo'd ;*
be won ;
* See quotations from King Henry the Sixth, Part I.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE.
One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, *
succeed as his inheritor,
Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan,
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
Venus and Adonis, Stanza 25
* When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
See quotations from Hamlet, Act iv., Scene 5
Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
Venus and Adonis, Stanza 143.
My nature is subdued to what it works in.
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together;
Age is full of care ;
Age like winter weather ;
The Passionate Pilgrim, Stanza 10.