Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer.

Act v. Sc. 3.

TITUS ANDRONICUS.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Act i. Sc. 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;

She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Act i. Sc. 1.

One fire burns out another's burning.

One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

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.

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 forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Act i. Sc. 4.

True, I talk of dreams;

Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Act i. Sc. i.

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. Act i. Sc. 5.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

Act i. Sc. 5.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

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

Act ii. Sc. 2.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Act ii, Sc. 2.

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

Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Than twenty of their swords.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

At lovers' perjuries,

They say, Jove laughs.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

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.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

The god of my idolatry.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet

sorrow,

That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Nor aught so good, but, strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

Act ii. Sc. i.

I am the very pink of courtesy.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

My man's as true as steel.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

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

Act ii. Sc. 6

A plague o' both the houses!

Act iii. Sc. 1.

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.

When he shall die,

Act iii. Sc. 1.

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.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

A beggarly account of empty boxes.

Act v. Sc. 1.

My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Act v. Sc. 1.

A feasting presence full of light.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Beauty's ensign yet

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I'll example you with thievery :

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea: the moon 's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing 's a thief.
Act iv. Sc. 3.

MACBETH.

1 Witch. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Act i. Sc. 1.