Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees I took by the throat the circumcised dog, Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d. Ibid. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1. On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. This grief is crowned with consolation. Give me to drink mandragora. Sc. 2. Ibid. Sc. 5. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Sc. 2. The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, The water which they beat to follow faster, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, Ibid. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Ibid. I have not kept my square; but that to come Sc. 3. You wager'd on your angling; when your diver With fervency drew up. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Who does i' the wars more than his captain can He wears the rose Of youth upon him. Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward To business that we love we rise betime, This morning, like the spirit of a youth Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish; Sc. 7. Act iii. Sc. 1. Sc. 13. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 4. Ibid. Sc. 12. A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't. Sc. 14. That which is now a horse, even with a thought O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.1 Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. Let's do it after the high Roman fashion. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping. If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming. With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. Mechanic slaves I have Immortal longings in me. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. Hath his bellyful of fighting. Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4. Act ii. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise,2 His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin With everything that pretty is, As chaste as unsunn'd snow. Some griefs are medicinable. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. 1 See Marlowe, page 41. 2 See Lyly, page 32. Sc. 3. Ibid. Sc. 5. Act iii. Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Sc. 4. Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2. Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys And put My clouted brogues from off my feet. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister. Ibid. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 5. Like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His eye doth level at. Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1. 3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Act ii. Sc. 1. Venus and Adonis. Line 145. For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, Line 1019. Line 1027. Lucrece. Line 1006. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee The painful warrior famoused for fight,1 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought Sonnet iii. Sonnet xvii. Sonnet xviii. Sonnet xxv. And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. |
