LORENZO. In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and wav'd her love LORENZO. Act 5, Sc. 1, 1. 9. The man that hath no music in himself, Let no such man be trusted. PORTIA. Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 83. How far that little candle throws his beams! PORTIA. Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 90. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, How many things by season season'd are Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 102. AS YOU LIKE IT. DUKE SENIOR. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. ADAM. Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 12. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, ORLANDO. Act 2, Sc. 3, 1. 47. O good old man, how well in thee appears JAQUES. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: And one man in his time plays many parts, Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the jus tice shifts In fair round belly with good capon lin❜d, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; AMIENS.SONG. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly, Then heigh-ho! the holly! Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp As friend remember'd not. Heigh-ho sing, etc. ROSALIND. Act 2, Sc. 7, l. 175. Do you not know I am a woman? when I Now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent. ROSALIND. Act 4, Sc. 1, 7. 55. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Act 4, Sc. 1, l. 88. ORLANDO. O! how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! If I were not a little pot, and soon hot. PETRUCHIO. Act 4, Sc. 1, l. 8. Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; WIDOW. Act 4, Sc. 3, l. 167. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. KATHARINA. Act 5, Sc. 2, 1. 20. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, |