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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
1881
    So slippery that
The fear ’s as bad as falling.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
1882
    The game is up.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
1883
    No, ’t is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
1884
    Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray’d him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
1885
    It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
1886
    I have not slept one wink.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
1887
    Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
1888
    Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
1889
    An angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon!
          Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
1890
    Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
          Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
1891
    And put
My clouted brogues from off my feet.
          Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
1892
    Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
          Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
1893
    O, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker. You call’d me brother
When I was but your sister.
          Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5.