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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
575
    It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
576
    As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair; 1
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
577
    From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
578
    He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
579
    Priscian! a little scratched, ’t will serve.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
580
    They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
581
    In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
582
    They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
583
    Let me take you a button-hole lower.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
584
    I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
585
    A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
586
    When daisies pied and violets blue,
  And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
  Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.
          Love’s Labour ’s Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
 
Note 1.
Musical as is Apollo’s lute.—John Milton: Comus, line 78. [back]