Every human feeling, answered by Shakespeare: an 1892 dictionary that files the Bard's best lines under the passions they express — from Ambition to Woe.
165 passages from Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations (1892), each filed under the passion it answers.
I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall, in a more continuate time,— filed under Absence
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights ? Eight score eight hours, and lovers' absent hours, - More tedious than the dial eight score times?— filed under Absence
of the house? The sleep Silence tha dreadful bell, it frights the isle— filed under Alarm
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, For an abuser of the world, a practiser— filed under Arts, Forbidden
I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness.— filed under Attachment
You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender, and, when he's old, cashier'd; Whip me such honest knaves.— filed under Baseness
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. Shakesprarian Dictionary. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. L. L. ii. 1. She's a most exquisite lady.— filed under Beauty
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, In opposition bloody.— filed under Brawls
it is the petter for you. What's the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus, And spend your rich opinion for the name— filed under Brawls
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice.— filed under Candour
In simple and pure soul I come to you.— filed under Candour
I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.— filed under Dissolving
Wear your eye, -thus, not jealous nor secure: I would not have your free and noble nature, Out of self bounty, be abus'd; look to't.— filed under Circumspection
Lay thy finger,-thus, and let thy soul be instructed.— filed under Circumspection
O most lame and impotent conclusion !— filed under Conclusion
Who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit With meditations lawful?— filed under Conscience
To beggarly divorcement, -love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.— filed under Constancy, Conjugal
You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd.— filed under Ourage
My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,--In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I lov'd her that she did pity them.— filed under Courtship
O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife?— filed under Coxcomb
I am nothing if not critical.— filed under Critical
Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current, and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic, and the Hellespont.— filed under Currents, Maritime
No, when light-wing'd toys Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dullness My speculative and active instruments, That my disports corrupt and taint my business, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, And all indign and base adversities— filed under Dalliance, Unseasonable
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters, By what you see them act.— filed under Daughters
The blind cave of eternal night. Here is my journey's end; here is my butt,— filed under Death
A maid That paragons description, and wild fame; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in the essential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency.— filed under Desdemona
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands, Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,- As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona.— filed under Desdemona
It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, And fix most firm thy resolution.— filed under Despatch
Fortune knows, We scorn her most when most she offers blows. A. C. iii. 9. Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!— filed under Desperation
'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.— filed under Destiny
The man was noble, - But with his last attempt he wip'd it out.— filed under Deterioration
My heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord: I saw Othello's visage in his mind; And to his honour and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.— filed under Devotion
He'll watch the horologe a double set.— filed under Diligence
But never more be officer of mine.— filed under Dismissal
O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil.— filed under Disproportion
Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.— filed under Disquiet
Divinity of hell! When devils will their blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.— filed under Dissimulation
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Yet, for necessity of present life, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Which is indeed but sign.— filed under Dissimulation
In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love or duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end: For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after, But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve, For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.— filed under Dissimulation
There are a kind of men so loose of soul, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.— filed under Dreams
A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way.— filed under Drowning
O that men should put an enemy into their mouths, to steal away their brains!-that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into pleas beasts!— filed under Drunkard
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.— filed under Drunkard
You see this fellow that is gone before ;- He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar And give direction: and do but see his vice; "Tis to his virtue a just equinox, The one as long as th' other.— filed under Drunkard
I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me, I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast.— filed under Drunkard
He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young mistress' dog.— filed under Drunkard
I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to thee. M. A. iii. 3. And now, in madness, Being full of supper, and distempering draughts, Upon malicious bravery dost thou come, To start my quiet.— filed under Drunkard
And may not wear them. Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek Sets all on hazard. T.C. Prologue. The town is empty; on the brow o' the sea— filed under Expectation
Stand ranks of people, and they cry, -a sail. For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance.— filed under Expectation
It is a high-wrought flood; I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, Descry a sail.— filed under Expectation
Even till we make the main, and the aërial blue An indistinct regard.— filed under Expectation
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear; And let me find a charter in your voice, To assist my simpleness.— filed under Explanation
Come, come; Lend me a light. Know we this face, or no?— filed under Exposure
. What an eye she hath! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation— filed under Eye
If he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,— filed under Face
We defy augury; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the the readiness is all. H.v.2. But, O vain boast! Who can controul his fate?— filed under Fate
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.— filed under Friend
I understand a fury in your words,— filed under Fury
My griefs cry louder than advertisement. When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief: He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.— filed under Grief
O, insupportable! O, heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.— filed under Grief
Nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.— filed under Rief
Guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use.— filed under Guilt
- If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this— filed under Happiness
Of the whole dungy earth. Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.— filed under Honesty
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.— filed under Honour
A knave very voluble; no further conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming.— filed under Hypocrisy
Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.— filed under Jealousy
Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'd'st yesterday.— filed under Jealousy
Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme.— filed under Jealousy
Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.— filed under Jealousy
O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!— filed under Jealousy
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, Is-once to be resolved.— filed under Jealousy
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me; I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.— filed under Jealousy
Avaunt! begone! thou hast set me on the rack:- I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know't a little.— filed under Jealousy
I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this,-— filed under Jealousy
Away at once with love and jealousy. All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspicks' tongues.— filed under Jealousy
Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop. To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life.— filed under Jealousy
If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse: On horror's head, horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep all earth amaz'd, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that.— filed under Jealousy
Dangerous conceits, are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.— filed under Imagination
Let me go, Sir, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.— filed under Impetuosity
Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain, To wake, and wage, a danger profitless.— filed under Impolicy
To vouch this, is no proof; Without more certain and more overt test, Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods Of modern seeming do prefer against him.— filed under Imputation
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience: but (alas!) to make me A fixed figure, for the type of scorn To point his low unmoving finger at,— filed under Incontinence
01 0! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds.— filed under Incontinence
Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see ;— filed under Incontinence
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee, would, thou hadst ne'er been born.— filed under Incontinence
If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.— filed under Incontinence
Thou cried'st, Indeed? And didst contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou had'st then shut up in thy brain— filed under Insinuation
O, I were damn'd beyond all depth in hell, But that I did proceed upon just grounds To this extremity.— filed under Judgment, Justice
A slippery and subtle knave; a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never present itself: a devilish knave!— filed under Knaves
The bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense.— filed under Law
You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.— filed under Letter
The strongest, love will instantly make weak: Strike the wise dumb; and teach the fool to speak. Poems Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.— filed under Love
For know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free condition Put into circumspection and confine, For the sea's worth.— filed under Love
If thou be'st valiant, as (they say) base men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures, more than is native to them, -listen to me.— filed under Love
I saw Othello's visage in his mind; And to his honours and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.— filed under Love
That I might touch that cheek! She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd;— filed under Love
But she so loves the token, (For he conjur'd her she would ever keep it,) That she reserves it evermore about her, To kiss and talk to.— filed under Love
She is full of most blessed conditions.— filed under Lover's Vows
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more near the earth than she was want; And makes men mad.— filed under Madness
The hearts of old, gave hands; But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.— filed under Marriages, Mercenary
Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to out-sport discretion.— filed under Moderation
But, masters, here's money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, of all loves, to make— filed under Music
Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damn'd, Swear-thou art honest.— filed under Oaths
I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly.— filed under Openness
S Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.— filed under Opinion
I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach: Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history: Wherein of antres vast, and desarts wild, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven It was my hint to speak. Such was my process; And of the cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear, Shakraprarian Dictionary. OTH Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard. But not distinctively. I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange. "Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd' she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man. She thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I lov'd her, that she did pity them: This only is the witchcraft I have us'd; Here comes the lady, let her witness it.— filed under Othello's Apology
O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump. The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,— filed under Othello's Apology
There's magic in the web of it: A sybil, that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk; And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.— filed under Othello's Apology
These are old fond paradoxes, to make fool's laugh i' the alehouse.— filed under Paradox
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time.— filed under Patience
Thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.— filed under Patience
Is this your perfectness?-begone, you rogue. -, FEMALE. She that was ever fair, and never proud; Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud; Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay; Fled from her wish, and yet said, Now I may, She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly: * * * * * She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following, and not look behind.— filed under Perfection
'Tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first— filed under Preferment
Take up this mangled matter at the best: Men do their broken weapons rather use— filed under Prudence
I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore.— filed under Quarrel
I heard the clink and fall of swords And Cassio high in oath.— filed under Quarrel
If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions.— filed under Reason
Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?— filed under Recognition
O, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infected house,— filed under Recollection, Painful
What! Michael Cassio, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do To bring him in!— filed under Repulse
Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.— filed under Reputation
The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted, and your name is great In mouths of wisest censure.— filed under Reputation
a good report, after fourteen years' purchase. T. N. iv. 1. C, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part, Sir, of myself; and what remains is bestial. O. ii. 3. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got— filed under Reputation
Thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes. Marry, before your ladyship, I grant, She puts her tongue a little in her heart,— filed under Reserve
God be with you!-I have done.— filed under Resignation
Which breath'd this poison. My bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, 'Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.— filed under Revenge
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all.— filed under Revenge
The heavens rain odours on you. Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand,— filed under Salutation
To keep obliged faith unforfeited. The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.— filed under Satiety
Virtue? a fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our own wills.— filed under Self-Government
O villanous! I have lived upon the world four times seven years; and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew not how to love himself.— filed under Self-Love
Many worthy and chaste dames even thus (all guiltless) meet reproach.— filed under Slander
I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devis'd this slander.— filed under Slander
Abus'd by some most villanous knave ! Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow: O, heaven, that such companions thoud'st unfold; And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascal naked through the world!— filed under Slander
So thou be good, slander doth but approve. Poems If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that.— filed under Slander
The armipotent soldier. 'Tis the soldiers' life To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife.— filed under Soldier
That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster.— filed under Soldier
Mere prattle without pactice, Is all his soldiership.— filed under Soldier
My mother had a maid call'd Barbara; She was in love; and he she lov'd prov'd mad, And did forsake her: she had a song of Willow, An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,— filed under Song
'Fore heaven, an excellent song.— filed under Song
This sorrow's heavenly, It strikes where it doth love.— filed under Sorrow
One, whose subdu'd eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees,— filed under Sorrow
Indeed! ay, indeed: Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest?— filed under Suspicion
I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses; and, oft, my jealousy— filed under Suspicion
Grief best is pleas'd with grief's society. True sorrow then is feelingly surpris'd When with like feeling it is sympathis'd. Poems. Companionship in woe, doth woe assuage. Poems. Sweets with sweets war not; joy delights in joy. Poems. Ay, sooth; sọ humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me; I suffer with him.— filed under Sympathy
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver.— filed under Tale
skipping a dialogue. A knave very voluble.— filed under Talker
Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land: A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements: : If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise?— filed under Tempest
Flam'd amazement. For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds; The wind-shak'd surge, with high, and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole: I never did like molestation view, On the enchafed flood.— filed under Tempest
Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this? Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourselves do that Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl: He that stirs next to carve for his own rage, Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.— filed under Threat
I know our country disposition well; In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience— filed under Venetian Women
Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?— filed under Vengeance
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics' tongues!— filed under Vengeance
The affair cries, haste, And speed must answer it.— filed under Vows
I do think, it is their husbands' faults, If wives do fall; Say, that they slack their duties And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, Or scant our former having'in despight: Why, we have galls; and, though we have some grace, Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have. What is it that they do, When they change us for others? Is it sport? I think it is: And doth affection breed it? I think it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs? It is so too: And have not we affections? Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have? Then, let them use us well; else, let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.— filed under Wife
Drunk! and speak parrot? and squabble? and swaggeri and speak fustian with one's own shadow? O, thou invisi ble spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee--devil!— filed under Wine
Come, come; good wine is a good familiar creature, if it— filed under Wine
Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?— filed under Wit
She is a woman; therefore to be won. Come on, come on: You are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.— filed under Woman
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.— filed under Wonder