Act iv. Sc. 1.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Act i. Sc. 2.
I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
To make a virtue of necessity.
Act iv. Sc. 4.
Is she not passing fair?
MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
Act v. Sc. 1.
They say, there is divinity in odd numbers,
either in nativity, chance, or death.
TWELFTH NIGHT.
Act i. Sc. 1.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.--
That strain again--it had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.
Act i. Sc, 3.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Act i. Sc. 5.
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Dost thou think, because them art virtuous,
there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Act ii. Sc. 4.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat, like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
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