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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]