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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
926
    I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
927
    Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
928
    And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
929
    ’T is my vocation, Hal; ’t is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
930
    He will give the devil his due. 1
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
931
    There ’s neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
932
    If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
933
    Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap’d
Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner,
And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took ’t away again.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
934
    And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
935
    God save the mark.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
936
    And telling me, the sovereign’st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg’d
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy’d
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
          King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
 
Note 1.
Thomas Nash: Have with you to Saffron Walden. John Dryden: Epilogue to the Duke of Guise. [back]