The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Quotations (392 page)

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Fourscore and upward, not an hour more or less;
And, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 4, sc. 7, l. 60

321
Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 2, l. 9

322
Come, let's away to prison;
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. 8.

323
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. [172]

324
The wheel is come full circle.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. [176]

325
Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:
Had I your tongue and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vaults should crack. She's gone for ever!

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. [259]

326
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. [274]

327
And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. [307]

328
Vex not his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. [314]

329
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young,
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

King Lear
(1605–6) act 5, sc. 3, l. [327]

Love's Labour's Lost
330
Cormorant devouring Time.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 1, sc. 1, l. 4

331
A wightly wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 3, sc. 1, l. [206]

332
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They are the ground, the books, the academes,
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 4, sc. 3, l. [302]

333
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 5, sc. 2, l. 407

334
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressed
In russet yeas and honest kersey noes.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 5, sc. 2, l. 413

335
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 5, sc. 2, l. [902]

336
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd, blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 5, sc. 2, l. [920]

337
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

Love's Labour's Lost
(1595) act 5, sc. 2, l. [938]

Macbeth
338
first witch
: When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
second witch
: When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 1, l. 1

339
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 1, l. 11

340
What bloody man is that?

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 2, l. 1

341
And munched, and munched, and munched: "Give me," quoth I:
"Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 6

342
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
He shall live a man forbid.
Weary se'nnights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 19

343
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 32

344
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 38

345
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 58

346
Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting?

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 72

347
What! can the devil speak true?

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 107

348
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 127

349
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 137

350
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 3, l. 146

351
malcolm
: Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 4, l. 7

352
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 4, l. 11

353
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet I do fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way; thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it; what thou wouldst highly,
That thou wouldst holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [16]

354
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [38]

355
Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [38]

356
Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [47]

357
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [63]

358
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [66]

359
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 6, l. 3

360
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 1

361
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return,
To plague the inventor.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 9

362
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 16

363
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 25

364
He hath honoured me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 32

365
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dressed yourself?

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 35

366
Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 44

367
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 46

368
lady macbeth
: I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
macbeth
: If we should fail,—
lady macbeth
: We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 54

369
Bring forth men-children only.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 72

370
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 82

371
There's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 1, l. 4

372
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 1, l. 33

373
The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 1, l. 62

374
It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 4

375
Had he not resembled
My father as he slept I had done't.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 14

376
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 36

377
Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 43

378
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 55

379
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 61

380
A little water clears us of this deed.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 68

381
Drink, sir, is a great provoker…Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [28]

382
The labour we delight in physics pain.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [56]

383
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [72]

384
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself!

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [83]

385
macduff
: Our royal master's murdered!
lady macbeth
: Woe, alas!
What! in our house?

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [95]

386
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had lived a blessed time.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [98]

387
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [147]

388
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 4, l. 12

389
banquo
: Go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
macbeth
: Fail not our feast.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 1, l. 26

390
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 2, l. 13

391
Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 2, l. 22

392
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale!

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 2, l. 46

393
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 3, l. 6

394
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 24

395
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 38

396
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 50

397
Stand not upon the order of your going.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 119

398
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 122

399
I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 136

400
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 10

401
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 14

402
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 44

403
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 48

404
Be bloody, bold, and resolute.

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 79

405
But yet, I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 83

406
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 92

407
Stands Scotland where it did?

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 3, l. 164

408
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 3, l. 209

409
He has no children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What! all my pretty chickens and their dam,
At one fell swoop?

Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 3, l. 216

410
Out, damned spot!

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [38]

411
Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [42]

412
The Thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [46]

413
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [56]

414
What's done cannot be undone.

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [74]

415
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where gott'st thou that goose look?

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 11

416
I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf.

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 22.

417
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 37

418
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 47

419
I have supped full with horrors.

Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 5, l. 13

420
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word,
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

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