LORENZO.

In such a night

Stood Dido with a willow in her hand

Upon the wild sea-banks, and wav'd her love
To come again to Carthage.

LORENZO.

Act 5, Sc. 1, 1. 9.

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd 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.

PORTIA.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 83.

How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

PORTIA.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 90.

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended; and, I think,
The nightingale, if she should sing by day,
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.

How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise and true perfection!

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,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running

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;
For in my youth I never did apply

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty but kindly.

ORLANDO.

Act 2, Sc. 3, 1. 47.

O good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion.
Act 2, Sc. 3, 1. 56.

JAQUES.

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms,
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover,
Sighing like a furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the jus

tice

shifts

In fair round belly with good capon lin❜d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Act 2, Sc. 7, l. 139.

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!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp
Thy sting is not so sharp

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;
For 't is the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks thro' the darkest clouds,
So honour 'peareth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?

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,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty