| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
| | | 852 | Out of my lean and low ability I ll lend you something. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. 1 |
| 853 | | Out of the jaws of death. 2 |
| Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. 3 |
| 854 | | As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| 855 | Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. |
| Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| 856 | | Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. |
| Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 857 | | For the rain it raineth every day. |
| Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 858 | They say we are Almost as like as eggs. |
| The Winters Tale. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 859 | What s gone and what s past help Should be past grief. |
| The Winters Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 860 | | A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. |
| The Winters Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3. 4 |
| 861 | A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. |
| The Winters Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| 862 | O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou letst fall From Diss waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Junos eyes Or Cythereas breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phbus in his strength,a malady
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