| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
| | | 824 | Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. |
| Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. |
| 825 | Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise mans son doth know. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| 826 | | Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| 827 | | He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| 828 | | Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| 829 | Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i the mouth too. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| 830 | | My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| 831 | | These most brisk and giddy-paced times. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| 832 | Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husbands heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than womens are. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| 833 | Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| 834 | The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. |
| Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| 835 | Duke. And what s her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i the bud,
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