John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
1162 |
Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. 1 |
Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. |
1163 |
The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. |
1164 |
Modest doubt is call’d The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
1165 |
The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
1166 |
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
1167 |
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
1168 |
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
1169 |
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o’er-dusted. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
1170 |
And like a dew-drop from the lion’s mane, Be shook to air. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
1171 |
His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
1172 |
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. |
Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
1173 |
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. |
Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3. |
Note 1. Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 1042. [back] |