| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
| | His canon gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! |
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| 1489 | | That it should come to this! |
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| 1490 | Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. |
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| 1491 | Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. |
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| 1492 | | Frailty, thy name is woman! |
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| 1493 | | A little month. |
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| 1494 | | Like Niobe, all tears. |
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| 1495 | | A beast, that wants discourse of reason. |
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| 1496 | My fathers brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. |
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| 1497 | | It is not nor it cannot come to good. |
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| 1498 | Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. |
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| 1499 | | In my minds eye, Horatio. |
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| 1500 | He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. |
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| 1501 | | Season your admiration for a while. |
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| 1502 | | In the dead vast and middle of the night. |
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| 1503 | | Armd at point exactly, cap-a-pe. 1 |
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| 1504 | | A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. |
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| | Note 1. Armed at all points in Singer and White. [back] |
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