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I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to
Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never
plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a
thousand.
Topic: Shakespeare
Source: Discoveries--De Shakespeare nostrat
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This figure that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut,
Wherein the graver had a strife
With Nature, to outdo the life:
Oh, could he but have drawn his wit
As well in brass, as he has hit
His face, the print would then surpass
All that was ever writ in brass;
But since he cannot, reader, look
Not on his picture, but his book.
Topic: Shakespeare
Source: Lines on a Picture of Shakespeare
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For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue; even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manner brightly shine
In his well-turned and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.
Topic: Shakespeare
Source: Lines to the Memory of Shakespeare
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He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Topic: Shakespeare
Source: Lines to the Memory of Shakespeare
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Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Topic: Shakespeare
Source: Lines to the Memory of Shakespeare
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See and to be seen.
Topic: Sight
Source: Epithalamion (st. 3, l. 4)
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Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
Topic: Slander
Source: Catiline (act III, sc. 1)
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Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Topic: Slander
Source: Sejanus (act I, sc. 1)
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Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Topic: Sorrow
Source: Every Man is his Humour (act I, sc. 3)
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Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
Topic: Sweetness
Source: Poetaster (act III, 3)
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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
Topic: Toasts
Source: The Forest--Song to Celia
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The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
Topic: Toasts
Source: The Forest--To Celia
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To the old, long life and treasure;
To the young, all health and pleasure.
Topic: Toasts
Source: Metamorphosed Gipsies--Third Song
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It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it falls and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.
Topic: Trees
Source: Pindaric Ode on the Death of Sir H. Morison
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I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Topic: Trees
Source: Pindaric Ode on the Death of Sir H. Morison
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All concord's born of contraries.
Topic: Variety
Source: Cynthia's Revels (act V, sc. 2)
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The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
And though the sound had parted thence,
Still left an echo in the sense.
Topic: Voice
Source: Eupheme (IV)
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Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy
To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
Topic: Wealth
Source: Every Man Out of His Humour (act I, sc. 1)
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