und in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke
of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following
additional stanza:

"Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the fruits that grow
Are of those that April wears;
But first set my poor heart free.
Bound in those icy chains for thee."

There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more
probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by
Fletcher.]

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

Act i. Sc. 1.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love.
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no other agent.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I
could say how much.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sits the wind in that corner?

Act ii. Sc. 3.

When I said I should die a bachelor, I did
not think I should live till I were married.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with
traps.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Everyone can master a grief, but he that
Lath it.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Are you good men and true?

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Comparisons are odorous.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

O that he were here to write me down--an ass!

Act iv. Sc. 2.

A fellow that had losses.

Act v. Sc. 1.

For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.

Act i. Sc. 1.

But earthly happier is the rose distilled
Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

So we grew together,
Like to a double cher