I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

Act i. Sc. 2.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a wreck behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Deeper than did ever plummet sound,

Act iv. Sc. 1.

I'll drown my book.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie.

Act v. Sc. 1.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Act i. Sc. 1.

I have no other but a woman's reason; I think

him so, because I think him so.

Act i. Sc. 2.

O, how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day. Act i. Sc. 3.

He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.

Act ii. 3c 7.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

How use doth breed a habit in a man. Act v. Sc. 4.

COMEDY OF ERRORS.

One Pinch; a hungry lean-faced villain,

A mere anatomy.

Act v. Sc. 1.

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,

A living dead man.

Act v. Sc. 1.

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

All his successors, gone before him, have done 't; and all his ancestors, that came after him, may.

Act i. Sc. 1.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies — love.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Mine host of the Garter.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Convey, the wise it call. Steal! foh! a fico for

the phrase !

The humor of it.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Why, then the world's mine oyster,

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Which I with sword will open.

Oh, what a world of vile ill-favored faults

Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

Thyself and thy belongings

Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike

As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched,

But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.

Act i. Sc. 1.

I hold you as a thing enskyed and sainted.

Act i. Sc. 5

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win,

By fearing to attempt.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

Act i. Sc. 5.

May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two

Guiltier than him they try.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

This will last out a night in Russia,

When nights are longest there.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it.

Act ii, Sc. 2.