John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
1828 |
’T is neither here nor there. |
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
1829 |
It makes us or it mars us. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. |
1830 |
Every way makes my gain. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. |
1831 |
He hath a daily beauty in his life. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. |
1832 |
This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. |
1833 |
And smooth as monumental alabaster. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1834 |
Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1835 |
So sweet was ne’er so fatal. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1836 |
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1837 |
One entire and perfect chrysolite. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1838 |
Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1839 |
Every puny whipster. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1840 |
Man but a rush against Othello’s breast, And he retires. |
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. |
1841 |
I have done the state some service, and they know ’t. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex’d in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away |