An index to familiar quotations selected principally from British authors, with parallel passages from various writers, by J.C. GrocottJohn Cooper Grocott 1863 |
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... Hath thy ale virtue , or thy beer strength , that the tongue of man may be tickled , and his palate pleased in the morning ? BEN JONSON . - Bartholomew Fair , Act II . Scene 1 . ALL . - All the world's a stage , And all the men and ...
... Hath thy ale virtue , or thy beer strength , that the tongue of man may be tickled , and his palate pleased in the morning ? BEN JONSON . - Bartholomew Fair , Act II . Scene 1 . ALL . - All the world's a stage , And all the men and ...
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... hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . SHAKSPERE . - Julius C©¡sar , Act III . Scene 2 . ( Anthony to the Citizens . ) Fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels . SHAKSPERE . - King Henry VIII . , Act III . Scene ...
... hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . SHAKSPERE . - Julius C©¡sar , Act III . Scene 2 . ( Anthony to the Citizens . ) Fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels . SHAKSPERE . - King Henry VIII . , Act III . Scene ...
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... hath wings shall tell the matter . ECCLESIASTES . - Chap . X. Verse 20 . BIRTH - DAY - Pleas'd to look forward , pleas'd to look behind , And count each birth - day with a grateful mind . POPE . - 2nd Epistle to Book II . of Horace ...
... hath wings shall tell the matter . ECCLESIASTES . - Chap . X. Verse 20 . BIRTH - DAY - Pleas'd to look forward , pleas'd to look behind , And count each birth - day with a grateful mind . POPE . - 2nd Epistle to Book II . of Horace ...
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... hath a head fill'd with calves ' brains without any sage in them . WEBSTER . - The White Devil , Act I. Scene 1 . Cudgel thy brains no more about it ; for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating . SHAKSPERE . Hamlet , Act V ...
... hath a head fill'd with calves ' brains without any sage in them . WEBSTER . - The White Devil , Act I. Scene 1 . Cudgel thy brains no more about it ; for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating . SHAKSPERE . Hamlet , Act V ...
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... hath bubbles , as the water has , And these are of them . SHAKSPERE . - Macbeth , Act I. Scene 3 . ( Banquo to Macbeth when the Witches vanished . ) BUCK . - A buck of the first head . SHAKSPERE . - Love's Labour's Lost , Act IV . Scene ...
... hath bubbles , as the water has , And these are of them . SHAKSPERE . - Macbeth , Act I. Scene 3 . ( Banquo to Macbeth when the Witches vanished . ) BUCK . - A buck of the first head . SHAKSPERE . - Love's Labour's Lost , Act IV . Scene ...
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BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.-The Book Brutus BUTLER.-Hudibras BYRON.-Childe Harold BYRON.-Don Juan BYRON.-The Canto Chap CHURCHILL.-The COWPER.-The Task death doth DRYDEN.-The Dunciad earth Falstaff fool GAY.-Fable Gentlemen of Verona Giaour Gloster GOLDSMITH.-Deserted Village GOLDSMITH.-The Traveller Hamlet hath heart heaven Henry VI Henry VIII honour Horatio Iago Julius C©¡sar King labour Lady last lines live Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice MILTON.-Paradise Lost mind ne'er never o'er Othello Polonius POPE.-Essay POPE.-Moral Essays POPE.-On Criticism POPE.-The Queen RILEY'S Scene SHAKSPERE SHAKSPERE.-Julius C©¡sar SHAKSPERE.-King Henry IV SHAKSPERE.-King Henry VIII SHAKSPERE.-King John SHAKSPERE.-King Lear SHAKSPERE.-King Richard SHAKSPERE.-King Richard III SHAKSPERE.-Love's Labour's Lost SHAKSPERE.-Macbeth SHAKSPERE.-Measure for Measure SHAKSPERE.-Merchant of Venice SHAKSPERE.-Merry Wives SHAKSPERE.-Midsummer Night's Dream SHAKSPERE.-Much Ado SHAKSPERE.-Othello SHAKSPERE.-Romeo and Juliet SHAKSPERE.-Twelfth Night SHAKSPERE.-Winter's Tale SHERIDAN.-The Rivals Shylock sleep smile Song soul Stanza sweet thee thing thou Verse virtue Wives of Windsor YOUNG.-Night
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99 ÆäÀÌÁö - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
426 ÆäÀÌÁö - So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field ? from whence then hath it tares? He said unto them, An enemy hath done this.
427 ÆäÀÌÁö - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect...
283 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 Richer than all his tribe...
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
249 ÆäÀÌÁö - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.