|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued)|
| Like an arrow shot|
From a well-experiencd archer hits the mark
His eye doth level at.
| Pericles. Act. i. Sc. 1.|
| 3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.|
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.
| Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1.|
| Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.|
| Venus and Adonis. Line 145.|
| For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,|
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
| Venus and Adonis. Line 1019.|
| The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.|
| Venus and Adonis. Line 1027.|
| For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.|
| Lucrece. Line 1306.|
| Thou art thy mothers glass, and she in thee|
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
| Sonnet iii.|
| And stretched metre of an antique song.|
| Sonnet xvii.|
| But thy eternal summer shall not fade.|
| Sonnet xviii.|
| The painful warrior famoused for fight, 1|
After a thousand victories, once foild,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toild.
| Sonnet xxv.|
| When to the sessions of sweet silent thought|
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times waste.
| Sonnet xxx.|
| Full many a glorious morning have I seen.|
| Sonnet xxxiii.|
| My grief lies onward and my joy behind.|
| Sonnet l.|