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'Tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many, and be beguiled by one.
They laugh that win.
She might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.
Alas! to make me
O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold ;
honest hand a whip,
I have done the state some service, and they know it,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
This swift business
V A very ancient and fish-like smell.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
Our revels now are ended : These our actors,
Leave not a rack behind.* We are such stuff
Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; #
* Few extracts from Shakspere are more frequently quoted than these lines, addressed by Prospero to Ferdinand at the end of the Masque in the fourth Act, and it is very unusual to find the quotation correctly given. Almost invariably, when using it, the speaker or writer says
And like the baseless fabric of a vision,
Leave not a wreck behind
thus confounding the first part of the speech with the conclusion. Some commentators have adopted the word wreck, but rack is now almost universally acknowledged as the true text. The word is intended to convey the idea of a small fleeting cloud. Curiously enough, on Shak. spere's monument in Westminster Abbey, the quotation is given incorrectly, as above quoted ; and in the wellknown schoolbook, Enfield's Speaker, the same blunder is made.
+ As dreams are made of, is the reading adopted in many editions ; it is thus given in Chalmers' 8 vol. edition. Collier and Knight, however, and nearly all recent authorities, use the word on.
Often incorrectly quoted, “There lurk I.”
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
Why, then, the world's mine oyster,
Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues ; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
The rankest compound of villanous smell, that
Think of that Master Brook.
We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,
They say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ?
Let still the woman take
she level in her husband's heart.
She never told her love,
* Mr. Knight's reading, is the “sweet sound," which was the term used in the early editions. The general reading, however, is that above given.