At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.1 Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.2 Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Ibid.2 The god of my idolatry. Ibid.2 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ibid.2 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Ibid.2 How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Ibid.2 Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Ibid.2 O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. The courageous captain of complements. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibid. 1 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers). TIBULLUS, iii. 6, 49. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in White. One, two, and the third in your bosom. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! I am the very pink of courtesy. Ibid. Ibid. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. My man's as true as steel.1 These violent delights have violent ends. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 6. Ibid. Ibid. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. A word and a blow.2 A plague o' both your houses! Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve. When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And pay no worship to the garish sun. Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. O, that deceit should dwell Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? In such a gorgeous palace! Ibid. 1 True as steel. - CHAUCER: Troilus and Creseide, book v. Compare Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2. 2 Word and a blow. - DRYDEN: Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1. BUNYAN: Pilgrim's Progress, part i. Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 5. Ibid. For sweet discourses in our time to come. Ibid. Villain and he be many miles asunder. Ibid. Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. Ibid. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells. Meagre were his looks, Act iv. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. Ibid. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! Ibid. Ibid But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, — honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. Sc. 2. Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy. 'Tis lack of kindly warmth. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. We have seen better days. Are not within the leaf of pity writ. I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 1. Sc. 5. Act iv. Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1 The live-long day. Ibid. Beware the ides of March. Sc. 2. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, In awe of such a thing as I myself. Ibid "Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Walk under his huge legs and peep about Men at some time are masters of their fates: Conjure with 'em, Ibid. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Ibid There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd As easily as a king. Ibid. |