| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
| | | 1361 | Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As t were a careless trifle. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| 1362 | There s no art To find the minds construction in the face. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| 1363 | | More is thy due than more than all can pay. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| 1364 | Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o the milk of human kindness. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1365 | What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1366 | That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1367 | Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under t. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1368 | Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 1369 | This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6. |
| 1370 | The heavens breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. |
| Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6. |
| 1371 | If it were done when t is done, then t were well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
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