| |
| |
| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| |
| 742 |
Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude. |
| As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| 743 |
| The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 744 |
| It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 745 |
| He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 746 |
| This is the very false gallop of verses. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 747 |
| Let us make an honourable retreat. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 748 |
| With bag and baggage. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 749 |
| O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 750 |
| Answer me in one word. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 751 |
| I do desire we may be better strangers. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 752 |
| Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I ’ll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 753 |
| Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 754 |
| Neither rhyme nor reason. 1 |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 755 |
| I would the gods had made thee poetical. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 756 |
Down on your knees,
And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love. |
| As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
| 757 |
| It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. |
| As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 758 |
| I have gained my experience. |
| As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
