Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureMacmillan A. Company, 1903 - 1158 páginas |
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... give to necessity the praise of virtue ) . QUINTILIAN : Inst . Orat . i . 8. 14 . 2 Haste makes waste . - HEYWOod : Proverbs , part i . chap . ii . Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently . — PUBLIUS SYRUS : Maxim 357 . 3 Ease ...
... give to necessity the praise of virtue ) . QUINTILIAN : Inst . Orat . i . 8. 14 . 2 Haste makes waste . - HEYWOod : Proverbs , part i . chap . ii . Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently . — PUBLIUS SYRUS : Maxim 357 . 3 Ease ...
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... give then to take . Ibid . Ibid . 8 When all candles bee out , all cats be gray . No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth . Ibid . - 1 Happy man be his dole SHAKESPEARE : Merry Wives , act iii . sc . 4 ; Winter's Tale , act i ...
... give then to take . Ibid . Ibid . 8 When all candles bee out , all cats be gray . No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth . Ibid . - 1 Happy man be his dole SHAKESPEARE : Merry Wives , act iii . sc . 4 ; Winter's Tale , act i ...
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... Give you a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries , I would give no man a reason upon compulsion , I. King Henry IV . Part I. Act ii . Sc . 4 . Mark now , how a plain tale shall put you down . I was now a ...
... Give you a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries , I would give no man a reason upon compulsion , I. King Henry IV . Part I. Act ii . Sc . 4 . Mark now , how a plain tale shall put you down . I was now a ...
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... give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety . Sc . 2 . Men of few words are the best men . Ibid . I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen . Sc . 6 . You may as well say , that's a valiant flea that dare eat ...
... give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety . Sc . 2 . Men of few words are the best men . Ibid . I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen . Sc . 6 . You may as well say , that's a valiant flea that dare eat ...
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... give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er - dusted . Ibid . And like a dew - drop from the lion's mane , Be shook to air . Ibid . His heart and hand both open and both free ; For what he has he gives , what thinks he ...
... give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er - dusted . Ibid . And like a dew - drop from the lion's mane , Be shook to air . Ibid . His heart and hand both open and both free ; For what he has he gives , what thinks he ...
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Página 119 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 79 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 69 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Página 137 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of...
Página 91 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Página 121 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Página 117 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Página 324 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 118 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 110 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.