The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
‘Troilus And Cressida’ (1602) act 5, sc. 10, l. 22
O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly
are you set a-work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved, and the
performance so loathed?
‘Troilus And Cressida’ (1602) act 5, sc. 10, l. [36]
7.66.35 Twelfth Night
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough! no more:
’Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.
‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 1, sc. 1, l. 1
O! when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
That instant was I turned into a hart,
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E’er since pursue me.
‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 1, sc. 1, l. 19
And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 1, sc. 2, l. 2
He’s as tall a man as any’s in Illyria.
‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 1, sc. 3, l. [21]
He plays o’ the viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without
book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 1, sc. 3, l. [27]
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a
great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.