WINTER'S TALE.

A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. Act iv. Sc. 2.

A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

Daffodils,

Act iv. Sc. 2.

That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,

Or Cytherea's breath.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

When you do dance, I wish you

A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

It were all one,

That I should love a bright particular star,

And think to wed it.

Act i. Sc. 1.

The hind that would be mated by the lion,

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good

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 south,

That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.

I am sure care 's an enemy to life.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Act i. Sc. 3.

'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Act i. Sc. 5.

Journeys end in lovers' meeting

Every wise man's son doth know.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Let still the woman take

An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So
sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Than women's are.

She never told her love,

Act ii. Sc. 4.

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

She sat, like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortune

before

you.

Act ii. Sc. 5

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Act ii. Sc. 5.

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip! Act iii. Sc. 1.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

Still

Act iii. Sc. 2. you keep o' the windy side of the law.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

An I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl?

Mai. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinks't thou of his opinion?

Mai. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Thus the whirligig of time brings in his reAct v. Sc. 1.

venges.

KING JOHN.

Lord of thy presence, and no land beside.

Act i. Sc. 1.

And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: For new-made honor doth forget men's names.

Act i. Sc. 1.

He is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.

Act i. Sc. 1.

For courage mounteth with occasion. Act ii, Sc. 1.

I would that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.

Here I and sorrow sit;

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

Act ii. Sc. 1

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,

Thou little valiant, great in villany!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by

To teach thee safety!

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.

Act iii. Sc. 1.