And being seated, and domestick broils
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves; brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self'gainst self:-O, preposterous
And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen:
Or let me die, to look on death no more!
K. RICHARD III., A. 2, s. 4.
LOCALITY OF BIRTH.
I THINK, the sun, where he was born,
Drew all such humours from him.
O, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,-
When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd,
Reply not in how many fathoms deep
They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad
In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair ;
Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou
tell'st me,
As true thou tell'st me, when I say-I love her;
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me The knife that made it.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 1, s. 1.
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
I SAW her coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air
Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.
TAMING OF THE SHREW, A. 1, s. 1.
Still betters what is done. When you speak,
I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,
I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;
Pray so; and, for the ordering of your affairs,
To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
move still, still so, and own No other function: Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are queens.
WINTER'S TALE, A. 4, s. 3.
LOVE CONSTANT.
MYSELF have often heard him say, and swear,-
That this his love was an eternal plant;
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun;
Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
Unless the lady Bona quit his pain.
K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 3, s. 3.
He says, he loves my daughter; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, Who love's another best.
WINTER'S TALE, A. 4, s. 3.
Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
LOVE IN CHAINS.
PHEBE. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
SILVIA. It is to be all made of sighs and
It is to be all made of faith and service;
It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance.
AS YOU LIKE IT, A. 5, s. 2.
LOVE IN FAIRY LAND.
SET your heart at rest,
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a vot'ress of my order:
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive,
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind:
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait,
Following (her womb, then rich with my young
squire,)
Would imitate; and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandize,
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy :
And, for her sake, I will not part with him.
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A. 2, s. 2.
LOVE IN POWER AND COARSENESS. LOVE IN BEAUTY AND PURITY.
DUKE. Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,
That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul.
VIOLA. But, if she cannot love you, sir?
DUKE. I cannot be so answer'd.
VIO.
'Sooth, but
you must.
Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so;
Must she not then be answer'd?
DUKE. There is no woman's sides,
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite,-
No motion of the liver, but the palate,-
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.
What dost thou know?
VIO. Too well what love women to men may
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
DUKE.
And what's her history?
VIO. A blank, my lord: She never told her
love,
But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,
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