|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued)|
| When proud-pied April, dressd in all his trim,|
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
| Sonnet xcviii.|
| Still constant is a wondrous excellence.|
| Sonnet cv.|
| And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.|
| Sonnet cvi.|
| My nature is subdud|
To what it works in, like the dyers hand.
| Sonnet cxi.|
| Let me not to the marriage of true minds|
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
| Sonnet cxvi.|
| T is better to be vile than vile esteemd,|
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deemd,
Not by our feeling, but by others seeing.
| Sonnet cxxi.|
| No, I am that I am, and they that level|
At my abuses reckon up their own.
| Sonnet cxxi.|
| That full star that ushers in the even.|
| Sonnet cxxxii.|
| So on the tip of his subduing tongue|
All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passion in his craft of will.
| A Lovers Complaint. Line 120.|
| O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies|
In the small orb of one particular tear.
| A Lovers Complaint. Line 288.|
| Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.|
| The Passionate Pilgrim. iii.|
| Crabbed age and youth|
Cannot live together.
| The Passionate Pilgrim. viii.|
| Have you not heard it said full oft,|
A womans nay doth stand for naught?
| The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv.|
| Cursed be he that moves my bones.|
| Shakespeares Epitaph.|