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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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Yet I remember, when I was in France,<br />

Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,<br />

Only for wantonness.<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 1, l. 13<br />

Will you put out mine eyes?<br />

<strong>The</strong>se eyes that never did nor never shall<br />

So much as frown on you?<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 1, l. 56<br />

To be possessed with double pomp,<br />

To guard a title that was rich before,<br />

To gild refinéd gold, to paint the lily,<br />

To throw a perfume on the violet,<br />

To smooth the ice, or add another hue<br />

Unto the rainbow, or with taper light<br />

To seek the beauteous eye <strong>of</strong> heaven to garnish,<br />

Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 2, l. 9<br />

<strong>The</strong> spirit <strong>of</strong> the time shall teach me speed.<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 2, l. 176<br />

Another lean unwashed artificer<br />

Cuts <strong>of</strong>f his tale and talks <strong>of</strong> Arthur’s death.<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 2, l. 201<br />

How <strong>of</strong>t the sight <strong>of</strong> means to do ill deeds<br />

Makes ill deeds done!<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 2, l. 219<br />

Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 3, l. 10<br />

Whate’er you think, good words, I think, were best.<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 4, sc. 3, l. 28<br />

None <strong>of</strong> you will bid the winter come<br />

To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;<br />

Nor let my kingdom’s rivers take their course<br />

Through my burned bosom; nor entreat the north<br />

To make his bleak winds kiss my parchéd lips<br />

And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much:<br />

I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait<br />

And so ingrateful you deny me that.<br />

‘King John’ (1591-8) act 5, sc. 7, l. 36<br />

This England never did, nor never shall,<br />

Lie at the proud foot <strong>of</strong> a conqueror,

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