Much Ado about Nothing continued.] Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. it. Act iii. Sc. 1. Every one can master a grief, but he that has Are you good men and true? Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 3. To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature. Act iii. Sc. 3. Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, when the age is in, the wit is out. Act iii. Sc. 5. O, what men dare do! what men may do ! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions Act iv. Sc. I. To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames, In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes. For it so falls out, Act iv. Sc. I. That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find [Much Ado about Nothing continued. The virtue, that possession would not show us, O that he were here to write me down, an ass! Act iv. Sc. 2. A fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him. Patch grief with proverbs. Act iv. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. I. 'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, To be so moral when he shall endure Act v. Sc. I. For there was never yet philosopher LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile. Act i. Sc. 1. Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Act i. Sc. 1. And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. Act i. Sc. I. That unlettered, small-knowing soul. Act i. Sc. I. A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Act i. Sc. I. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but, I think, now 't is not to be found. The rational hind Costard. Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 2. Devise, wit! write, pen! for I am for whole volumes in folio. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, Act i. Sc. 2. Act ii. Sc. 1. [Love's Labour's Lost continued. Delivers in such apt and gracious words, By my penny of observation. Act ii. Sc. 1. Act iii. Sc. I. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Act iii. Sc. I. He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. Dictynna, good-man Dull. Act iv. Sc. 2. Act iv. Sc. 2. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourish'd in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. Act iv. Sc. 2. For where is any author in the world It adds a precious seeing to the eye. Act iv. Sc. 3. Act iv. Sc. 3. Love's Labour's Lost continued.] From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the Academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Act iv. Sc. 3. As sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony. Act iv. Sc. 3. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. I. Priscian a little scratch'd; 't will serve. Act v. Sc. I. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Act v. Sc. 1. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. Act v. Sc. I. They have measur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Act v. Sc. 2. Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Act v. Sc. 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. Act v. Sc. 2. |