John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| 516 |
| You shall comprehend all vagrom men. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 517 |
| 2 Watch. How if a’ will not stand? Dogb. Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 518 |
| Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 519 |
| If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 520 |
| The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 521 |
| I know that Deformed. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 522 |
| The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 523 |
| I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 524 |
| Comparisons are odorous. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
| 525 |
| If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
| 526 |
| A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
| 527 |
| O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 528 |
| O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 529 |
| I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show’d Bashful sincerity and comely love. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 530 |
| I have mark’d A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. |