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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;<br />

And with a green and yellow melancholy,<br />

She sat like patience on a monument,<br />

Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?<br />

We men may say more, swear more; but, indeed,<br />

Our shows are more than will; for still we prove<br />

Much in our vows, but little in our love.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 4, l. [108]<br />

I am all the daughters <strong>of</strong> my father’s house,<br />

And all the brothers too.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 4, l. [122]<br />

How now, my metal <strong>of</strong> India!<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [17]<br />

’Tis but Fortune, all is Fortune. Maria once told me she did affect me, and I have heard herself<br />

come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one <strong>of</strong> my complexion.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [23]<br />

Here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [25]<br />

Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock <strong>of</strong> him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [35]<br />

Now is the woodcock near the gin.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [93]<br />

I may command where I adore.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [117]<br />

But be not afraid <strong>of</strong> greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some<br />

have greatness thrust upon them.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [158]<br />

Let thy tongue tang arguments <strong>of</strong> state; put thyself into the trick <strong>of</strong> singularity. She thus<br />

advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to<br />

see thee ever cross-gartered.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [165]<br />

Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [190]<br />

He will come to her in yellow stockings, and ’tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a<br />

fashion she detests.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 2, sc. 5, l. [220]<br />

Now Jove, in his next commodity <strong>of</strong> hair, send thee a beard.<br />

‘Twelfth Night’ (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. [51]<br />

This fellow’s wise enough to play the fool,<br />

And to do that well craves a kind <strong>of</strong> wit.

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