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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
          Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
836
    I am all the daughters of my father’s house,
And all the brothers too.
          Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
837
    An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
          Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
838
    Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em.
          Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
839
    Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
840
    Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
841
    Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
842
    Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
843
    I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
844
    Put thyself into the trick of singularity.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
845
    ’T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
846
    This is very midsummer madness.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
847
    What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
848
    If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
849
    More matter for a May morning.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
850
    Still you keep o’ the windy side of the law.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
851
    An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I ’ld have seen him damned ere I’ ld have challenged him.
          Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. 1
 
Note 1.
Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce. [back]