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As You Like It - Continued.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.

And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age

shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.

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Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Act ii. Sc. 7.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Act iii. Sc. 3.
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.

As You Like It - Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 1. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad.

Act iv. Sc. 1. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

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Act v.

Sc. 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through, another man's eyes !

Act v. Sc. 4.
Your If is the only peacemaker ; much virtue in If.

EPILOGUE. Good wine needs no bush.

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Act iv. Sc. 1. And thereby hangs a tale.

Act v. Sc. 1.

My cake is dough.

WINTER'S TALE.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
A
merry
heart
goes

all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Daffodils, 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.

ALL 'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

Act i. Sc. 1.

It were all one,
That I should love a bright, particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

COMEDY OF ERRORS.

Act v. Sc. 1. They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy.

MACBETH.

Act i. Sc. 1. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

Act i. Sc. 1. Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Act i. Sc. 3.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Macbeth - Continued.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

Act i. Sc. 4.

There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full of the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way.

Act i. Sc. 5.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters.

Act i. Sc. 7. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly.

Act i. Sc. 7.

That but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here.

Act i. Sc. 7.

This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.

Act i. Sc. 7.

Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

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