John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| 415 |
| It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 416 |
| Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 417 |
| Mine host of the Garter. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 418 |
| I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 419 |
| If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt. 1 |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 420 |
| O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 421 |
| “Convey,” the wise it call. “Steal!” foh! a fico for the phrase! |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 422 |
| Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 423 |
| Tester I ’ll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 424 |
| Thou art the Mars of malcontents. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 425 |
| Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the king’s English. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| 426 |
| We burn daylight. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 427 |
| There ’s the humour of it. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 428 |
| Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 429 |
| Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 430 |
| This is the short and the long of it. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 431 |
| Unless experience be a jewel. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 432 |
| Like a fair house, built on another man’s ground. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 433 |
| We have some salt of our youth in us. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| Note 1. Familiarity breeds contempt.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 640. [back] |