Reference > Quotations > John Bartlett, comp. > Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. > William Shakespeare > Cymbeline.
  PREVIOUS NEXT  
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD · AUTHOR INDEX · CONCORDANCE INDEX
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.
  
  
  
11
    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.
See Lyly, Quotation 2. [back]
 

CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD · AUTHOR INDEX · CONCORDANCE INDEX
  PREVIOUS NEXT  
 
Loading
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2014 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors