lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice,

* * * * *

Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.

* * * * *

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange, eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.

Act iii. 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.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.

* * * * *

COMEDY OF ERRORS.

Act v. Sc. 1.

They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.

MACBETH.

Act i. Sc. 1.

When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Act i. Sc. 1.

Fair is