William Shakespeare. 1564-1616. Cymbeline. John Bartlett. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.

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John Bartlett, comp. (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

William Shakespeare. (1564-1616)

Cymbeline.


1
Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.
Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4.
2
Hath his bellyful of fighting.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1.
3
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2.
4
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
5
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings, And Phœbus ’gins arise, 1 His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
6
As chaste as unsunn’d snow.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5.
7
Some griefs are medicinable.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2.
8
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
9
So slippery that The fear ’s as bad as falling.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
10
The game is up.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.



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No, ’t is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
12
Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray’d him: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
13
It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
14
I have not slept one wink.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
15
Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
16
Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
17
An angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
18
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
19
And put My clouted brogues from off my feet.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
20
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
21
O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call’d me brother When I was but your sister.
Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5.

Note 1.
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