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Act v. Sc. 1.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
Act i. Sc. 1.
But earthly happier is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Act i. Sc. 2.
A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.
Act v. Sc. 1.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Act v. Sc. 1.
He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
MERCHANT OF VENICE.
Act i. Sc. 1.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Act i. Sc. 1.
I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Act i, Sc. 1.
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them: and, when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Even there, where merchants most do congregate.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
