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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;<br />

<strong>The</strong>y kill us for their sport.<br />

‘King Lear’ (1605-6) act 4, sc. 1, l. 36<br />

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind<br />

Blows in your face.<br />

‘King Lear’ (1605-6) act 4, sc. 2, l. 30<br />

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;<br />

Filths savour but themselves.<br />

‘King Lear’ (1605-6) act 4, sc. 2, l. 38<br />

It is the stars,<br />

<strong>The</strong> stars above us, govern our conditions.<br />

‘King Lear’ (1605-6) act 4, sc. 3, l. [34]<br />

He was met even now<br />

As mad as the vexed sea; singing aloud;<br />

Crowned with rank fumitor and furrow weeds,<br />

With burdocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,<br />

Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow<br />

In our sustaining corn.<br />

‘King Lear’ (1605-6) act 4, sc. 4, l. 1<br />

How fearful<br />

And dizzy ’tis to cast one’s eyes so low!<br />

<strong>The</strong> crows and choughs that wing the midway air<br />

Show scarce so gross as beetles; half-way down<br />

Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!<br />

Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.<br />

<strong>The</strong> fishermen that walk upon the beach<br />

Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark<br />

Diminished to her cock, her cock a buoy<br />

Almost too small for sight. <strong>The</strong> murmuring surge,<br />

That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes,<br />

Cannot be heard so high.<br />

‘King Lear’ (1605-6) act 4, sc. 6, l. 12<br />

<strong>The</strong>y told me I was every thing; ’tis a lie, I am not ague-pro<strong>of</strong>.<br />

‘King Lear’ (1605-6) act 4, sc. 6, l. [107]<br />

Gloucester: Is’t not the king?<br />

Lear: Ay, every inch a king:<br />

When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.<br />

I pardon that man’s life. What was thy cause?<br />

Adultery?<br />

Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No:

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