Familiar Quotations - - (a book to read txt) 📗
- Author: -
- Performer: -
Book online «Familiar Quotations - - (a book to read txt) 📗». Author -
[38:1] Dives and Pauper (1493). Gascoigne: Memories (1575). Fielding: Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6. Bickerstaff: Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1. See Heywood, page 20.
[38:2] See Heywood, page 12.
[38:3] See Heywood, page 13.
WILLIAM WARNER. 1558-1609.With that she dasht her on the lippes,
So dyed double red:
Hard was the heart that gave the blow,
Soft were those lips that bled.
Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.
We thinke no greater blisse then such
To be as be we would,
When blessed none but such as be
The same as be they should.
Albion's England. Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68.
SIR RICHARD HOLLAND.O Douglas, O Douglas!
Tendir and trewe.
The Buke of the Howlat.[38:4] Stanza xxxi.
[38:4] The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823.
[39]
SIR JOHN HARRINGTON. 1561-1612.Treason doth never prosper: what 's the reason?
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.[39:1]
Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5.
[39:1]
Prosperum ac felix scelus
Virtus vocatur
(Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue).
Seneca: Herc. Furens, ii. 250.
SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619.As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out thorough, and his frailty find.[39:2]
History of the Civil War. Book iv. Stanza 84.
Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.
Musophilus. Stanza 57.
And for the few that only lend their ear,
That few is all the world.
Musophilus. Stanza 97.
This is the thing that I was born to do.
Musophilus. Stanza 100.
And who (in time) knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?[39:3]
Musophilus. Stanza 163.
Unless above himself he can
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
To Delia. Sonnet 51.
[39:2]
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Waller: Verses upon his Divine Poesy.
[39:3] Westward the course of empire takes its way.—Berkeley: On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.
[40]
MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631.Had in him those brave translunary things
That the first poets had.
(Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy.
For that fine madness still he did retain
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
(Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy.
The coast was clear.[40:1]
Nymphidia.
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
Ideas. An Allusion to the Eaglets. lxi.
[40:1] Somerville: The Night-Walker.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.Comparisons are odious.[40:2]
Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I 'm armed with more than complete steel,—
The justice of my quarrel.[40:3]
Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?[40:4]
Hero and Leander.
Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
[41]
By shallow rivers, to whose falls[41:1]
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
Infinite riches in a little room.
The Jew of Malta. Act i.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
The Jew of Malta. Act i.
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove;[41:2] that is, more knave than fool.
The Jew of Malta. Act ii.
Love me little, love me long.[41:3]
The Jew of Malta. Act iv.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Faustus.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Her lips suck forth my soul:[41:4] see, where it flies!
Faustus.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Faustus.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,[41:5]
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Faustus.
[40:2] See Fortescue, page 7.
[40:3]
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Shakespeare: Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2.
[40:4] The same in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Compare Chapman, page 35.
[41:1]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i. (Sung by Evans).
[41:2] Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.—Matthew x. 16.
[41:3] See Heywood, page 16.
[41:4]
Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips.
Tennyson: Fatima, stanza 3.
[41:5]
O, withered is the garland of the war!
The soldier's pole is fallen.
Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13.
[42]
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.(From the text of Clark and Wright.)
I would fain die a dry death.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
My library
Was dukedom large enough.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.
The Tempest. 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.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
[43]
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.
The Tempest. 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.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Fer. Here 's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1.
He that dies pays all debts.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded.
The Tempest. 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-capp'd 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 rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
With foreheads villanous low.
The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Deeper than did ever plummet sound
I 'll drown my book.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
[44]
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.
I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face,[44:1] or a weathercock on a steeple.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
She is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4.
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
The Two Gentlemen of
Comments (0)