Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take Or Cytherea's breath. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.1 When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that. To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. Lord of thy presence and no land beside. Ibid.1 Ibid.1 King John. Act i. Sc. 1. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; I would that I were low laid in my grave: Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. Ibid. He is the half part of a blessed man, Talks as familiarly of roaring lions Ibid. As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! Ibid.2 Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words Ibid.2 1 Act iv. Sc. 3, Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, White. I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.1 Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight Ibid.1 To teach thee safety! Ibid. Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Ibid. That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. Ibid. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Act iii. Sc. 4. When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. And he that stands upon a slippery place How now, foolish rheum! 1 Act ii. Sc. 2, White. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To smooth the ice, or add another hue To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. Ibid. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. Ibid. Make haste; the better foot before. Ibid. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Ibid. Ibid. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Ibid. Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Act v. Se. 1. Act v. Sc. 7. This England never did, nor never shall, Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. Ibid. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Ibid. The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Act i. Sc. 3. Truth hath a quiet breast. Ibid. All places that the eye of heaven visits King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. O, who can hold a fire in his hand The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. The setting sun, and music at the close, This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, Ibid. Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. Ibid. The ripest fruit first falls. Ibid. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. Act ii. Sc. 3. Eating the bitter bread of banishment. Act iii. Sc. 1. Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. O, call back yesterday, bid time return. Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. Ibid. Ibid. And nothing can we call our own but death Comes at the last and with a little pin Ibid. Ibid. Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Ibid. He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. And my large kingdom for a little grave, Gave A mockery king of snow. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, As for a camel Act iii. Sc. 3. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. Act v. Sc. 5. |