He jests at scars that never felt a wound. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, Ibid. What's in a name? That which we call a rose, Stony limits cannot hold love out; Ibid. And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Ibid. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! meat. Ibid. Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. It beggar'd all description.* For her own person, Act 11. Scene 2. * Dryden, in " All for Love," Act 3, has a plagiaristic imitation of these exquisite lines. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Act II. Scene 2. TIMON OF ATHENS. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! Act 1. Scene 2. Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Act IV. Scene 2. TITUS ANDRONICUS. Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Act 1. Scene 2. She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;* She is a woman, therefore may be won; * See quotations from King Henry the Sixth, Part I. What, man! more water glideth by the mill One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,* Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan, The outward habit by the inward man. Act II. Scene 2. SHAKSPERE'S POEMS. 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 |