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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
 
742
    Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.
          As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
743
    The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
744
    It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
745
    He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
746
    This is the very false gallop of verses.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
747
    Let us make an honourable retreat.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
748
    With bag and baggage.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
749
    O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
750
    Answer me in one word.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
751
    I do desire we may be better strangers.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
752
    Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I ’ll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
753
    Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
754
    Neither rhyme nor reason. 1
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
755
    I would the gods had made thee poetical.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
756
    Down on your knees,
And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love.
          As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.
757
    It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
          As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
758
    I have gained my experience.
          As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
 
Note 1.
See Spenser, Quotation 32. [back]