If you have writ your annals true, 't is there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. Boy!

Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6.1

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
The weakest goes to the wall.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

An hour before the worshipped sun

Ibid.

Peered forth the golden window of the east.

Ibid.

As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Saint-seducing gold.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 2.

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Act i. Sc. 3.
For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase. Act i. Sc. 4.

1 Act v. Sc. 5, Singer, Knight.

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again.

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

It seems she hangs1 upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

Shall have the chinks.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Act ii. Sc. 2.2

1 'Her beauty hangs,' Dyce, Knight, White.

2 Act ii. Sc. 1, White.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.1

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Ibid.1

What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

Ibid.

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Ibid.1

The god of my idolatry.

Ibid.1

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,

Ere one can say, 'It lightens.'

Ibid.1

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Ibid.1

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

Ibid.1

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White.

2 Perjuria ridet amantum
Jupiter.

Ibid.1

Tibullus, Lib. iii. El. 6, Line 49.

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.

Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.
eye,

Care keeps his watch in every old man's
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
The courageous captain of complements.
One, two, and the third in your bosom.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

I am the very pink of courtesy.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

My man's as true as steel.1

These violent delights have violent ends.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. 6.

Ibid.

Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

Ibid.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of

meat.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

1 'true as steel,' Chaucer, Troilus and Creseide, Book v.; Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 2.

A word and a blow.

Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A plague o' both your houses!

Ibid.

Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve.

When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!

Ibid.

Ibid.

Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Act iii. Sc. 3.

They may seize

On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,

Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,

Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.

Ibid.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.

Ibid.

All these woes shall serve

For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Ibid.