Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.

Act 5, Sc. 2, l. 142.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

HELENA.

'T were all one

That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so far above me:
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 79.

HELENA.

But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his reliques.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 91.

HELENA.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,

Which we ascribe to Heaven: the fated sky

Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love so high,
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes and kiss like native things.
Impossible be strange attempts to those
That weigh their pains in sense, and do suppose
What hath been cannot be: who ever strove
To show her merit, that did miss her love?

CLOWN.

For I the ballad will repeat,

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 201.

Which men full true shall find;
Your marriage comes by destiny,
Your cuckoo sings by kind.

HELENA.

Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 51.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

KING.

Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 140.

From lowest place where virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deeds;
Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour.

Act 2, Sc. 3, l. 122.

KING.

Honours thrive,

When rather from our acts we them derive,

Than our foregoers.

Act 2, Sc. 3, l. 132.

PAROLLES.

Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon

thee.

LAFEU.

Act 2, Sc. 3, 1. 203.

A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner, but one that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten.

HELENA.

Act 2, Sc. 5, 1. 30.

The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels offic'd all.

BERTRAM.

Act 3, Sc. 2, l. 121.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee. Act 4, Sc. 2, l. 66.

FIRST LORD.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipp'd them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues. Act 4, Sc. 3, 1. 70.

PAROLLES.

He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool.

Act 4, Sc. 3, 1. 250.

CLOWN.

Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or rather the herb of grace.

PAROLLES.

Act 4, Sc. 5, l. 15.

My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath

cruelly scratch'd.

Act 5, Sc. 2, 1. 22.

KING.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance Act 5, Sc. 3, l. 20.

dear.

KING.

Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.

KING.

Act 5, Sc. 3, 1. 38.

But love, that comes too late,

Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To the great sender turns a sour offence,
Crying, "That's good that's gone."

LAFEU.

Act 5, Sc. 3, l. 56.

This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes on and off at pleasure.

KING.

Act 5, Sc. 3, 1. 266.

All yet seems well; and if it end so meet,
The bitter past more welcome is the sweet.

Act 5, Sc. 3, 1. 332.

TWELFTH-NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL.

DUKE.

If music be the food of love, play on ;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die,
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!

CAPTAIN.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 1.

What great ones do, the less will prattle of.

CLOWN.

Act 1, Sc. 2, 1. 33.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

VIOLA.

Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,

Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 18.

If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.

Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 213.

OLIVIA.

Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 249.

What is your parentage?

VIOLA.

"Above my fortunes, yet my state is well;

I am a gentleman.”

Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 249.

MARIA.

If I do not gull him into a nay-word, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in bed.

DUKE.

Act 2, Sc. 3, l. 137.

Let still the woman take

An elder than herself: so wears she to him,