A Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations

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.

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A world Of pretty, fond, adoptious Christendoms, That blinking Cupid gossips.— A. W. i. 1.

Equanimity

Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile; The smile, mocking the sigh, that it would fly From so divine a temple, to commix With winds, that sailors rail at.— Cym. iv. 2
Thus ready for the way of life or death, I wait the sharpest blow.— P. P. i. 1.

Equivocation

'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven.— M. ii. 3
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card,— H. v. 1.
or equivocation will undo us.

Error

O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,— J.C. v. 3.
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. But we worldly men Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.— Tit. And. v. 2.
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men M.A.iv.1. daily do! not knowing what they do! When from things true, the heart and eyes have err'd, To a false plague they often are transferr'd. Poems In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty Is never free of.— W.T. i. 2.

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'Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead the blind.— K. L. iv. 1

Escape

You may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er posting that action.— H. IV. PT. II. i. 2.
I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly— T. .1
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