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| William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
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| 587 |
| The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. |
| 588 |
But earthlier happy is the rose distilld Than that which withering on the virgin thorn 1 Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 589 |
For aught that I could ever read, 2 Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 590 |
| O, hell! to choose love by anothers eyes. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 591 |
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 592 |
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 593 |
| Masters, spread yourselves. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 594 |
| This is Ercles vein. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 595 |
| I ll speak in a monstrous little voice. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 596 |
| I am slow of study. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 597 |
| That would hang us, every mothers son. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 598 |
| I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an t were any nightingale. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 599 |
| A proper man, as one shall see in a summers day. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 600 |
| The human mortals. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. 3 |
| 601 |
The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maids music. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. |