Chapter 27
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
For her own person, It beggared all description.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
CYMBELINE.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Some griefs are med'cinable.
Act iii. Sc. 6.
Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
KING LEAR.
Act i. Sc. 4.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is, To have a thankless child.
Act i. Sc. 4.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks.
Act iil. Sc. 2.
Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipped of justice.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
I am a man More sinned against than sinning.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
Act iii. Sc. 6.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
Act iv. Sc. 6.
Ay, every inch a king.
Act. iv. Sc. 6.
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
Act iv. Sc. 6.