John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| 699 |
| The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1. |
| 700 |
| How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1. |
| 701 |
| How many things by season season’d are To their right praise and true perfection! |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1. |
| 702 |
| This night methinks is but the daylight sick. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1. |
| 703 |
| These blessed candles of the night. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1. |
| 704 |
| Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1. |
| 705 |
| We will answer all things faithfully. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1. |
| 706 |
| Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 707 |
| The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 708 |
| Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 709 |
| Your heart’s desires be with you! |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 710 |
| One out of suits with fortune. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 711 |
| Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 712 |
| My pride fell with my fortunes. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 713 |
| Cel. Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 714 |
| O, how full of briers is this working-day world! |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 715 |
| Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 716 |
| We ’ll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. |
| As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. |