Sc. 2.
Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
Act iii. Sc. 8.
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me
sad.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for
love.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
Pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
Act v. Sc. 2.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's
eyes!
Act v. Sc. 4.
Your _If_ is the only peacemaker; much
virtue in _If_.
Epilogue.
Good wine needs no bush.
* * * * *
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Act iv. Sc. 1,
And thereby hangs a tale.
Act v. Sc. 2.
My cake is dough.
WINTER'S TALE.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.
* * * * *
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
Act i. Sc. 1.
It were all one,
That I should love a bright, particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me.
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