| 1 |
Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.
| Act i. Sc. 4.
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| 2 |
Hath his bellyful of fighting.
| Act ii. Sc. 1.
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| 3 |
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
| Sc. 2.
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| 4 |
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
| Sc. 3.
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| 5 |
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.
| Ibid.
|
| 6 |
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
| Sc. 5.
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| 7 |
Some griefs are medicinable.
| Act iii. Sc. 2.
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| 8 |
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
| Sc. 3.
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| 9 |
So slippery that
The fear 's as bad as falling.
| Ibid.
|
| 10 |
The game is up.
| Ibid.
|
| 11 |
No, 't is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.
| Sc. 4.
|
| 12 |
Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
| Ibid.
|
| 13 |
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness.
| Ibid.
|
| 14 |
I have not slept one wink.
| Ibid.
|
| 15 |
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with.
| Ibid.
|
| 16 |
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
| Sc. 6.
|
| 17 |
An angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon!
| Ibid.
|
| 18 |
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
| Act iv. Sc. 2.
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| 19 |
And put
My clouted brogues from off my feet.
| Ibid.
|
| 20 |
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
| Ibid.
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| 21 |
O, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother
When I was but your sister.
| Act v. Sc. 5.
|