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Evangeline. Part i. 3.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline. Part ii. 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.[616-1]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation![616-2]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.[616-3]
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.[616-4]
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Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5.
1 W.ββWhen shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 W.ββWhen the hurlyburly 's done,
When the battle 's lost and won.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.
Banners flout the sky.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 2.
[116]
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Dwindle, peak, and pine.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Stands not within the prospect of belief.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
The insane root
That takes the reason prisoner.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's
In deepest consequence.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Nothing is
But what is not.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.
[117]
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 't were a careless trifle.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
There 's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.
The heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.
If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
[118]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 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
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;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. 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. Act i. Sc. 7.
I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118:1]
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
Nor time nor place
Did then adhere.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
ββMacb.ββIf we should fail?
ββLady M.ββββββββWe fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we 'll not fail.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
[119]
Memory, the warder of the brain.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
There 's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Shut up
In measureless content.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]
The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]
I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1]
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
[120]The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
Infirm of purpose!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
'T is the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
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. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1]
The labour we delight in physics pain.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Dire combustion and confused events
New hatch'd to the woful time.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
There 's daggers in men's smiles.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2]
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.[120:3]
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means!
Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
[121]
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Mur.ββββWe are men, my liege.
Mac.ββAy, in the catalogue ye go for men.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on 't.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what 's done is done.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. 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. Act iii. Sc. 2.
In them Nature's copy 's not eterne.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A deed of dreadful note.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3.
[122]
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The air-drawn dagger.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
A thing of custom,β't is no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,β
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admir'd
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