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As You Like It — Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 3.
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.

Act ii. Sc. 7.
And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,

In good set terms

And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

"Thus we may see," quoth he," how the world wags.

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale."

Motley 's the only wear.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.

Act ii. Sc. 7.
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.

Act ii. Sc. 7.
The why is plain as way to parish church.

Act ii. Sc. 7.
All the world 's a stage
And all the men and women merely players:

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.

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, T 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.

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.

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