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Last scene of all,

And whistles in his sound.

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion;

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans - every

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

Act iii. Sc. 2.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow-fault came to match it.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.1

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetAct iii. Sc. 3.

ical.

Down on your knees,

And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's

love.

Act iii. Sc. 5.

It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my

1 See Proverbs, p. 609.

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travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

Act iv. Sc. I.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad.

Act iv. Sc. I.

Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit. Act iv. Sc. I.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Act iv. Sc. I.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

Act iv. Sc. I.

Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food1 of sweet and bitter fancy. Act iv. Sc. 3.

No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason.

Act v. Sc. 2.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!

Act v. Sc. 2.

An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Induction, Sc. 2.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.

Act v. Sc. 2.

1 Othello, Act iii. Sc. I. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act i. Sc. 4. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7.

My friends were poor but honest. Act i. Sc. 3.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises.

Act ii. Sc. I.

I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught.

Act ii. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by th' doer's deed.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good

and ill together.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Whose words all ears took captive. Act v. Sc. 3.

TWELFTH NIGHT.

If music be the food of love, play on ;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again; it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.

Acti. Sc. I.

I am sure care 's an enemy to life. Act i. Sc. 3. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Act i. Sc. 5.

Journeys end in lovers' meeting
Every wise man's son doth know.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Let still the woman take

An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart,
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Than women's are.
Act ii. Sc. 4.