Part 21 (2/2)

Act i. Sc. 3.

Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?

Or cloy the hungry edge of appet.i.te, By bare imagination of a feast?

Act i. Sc. 3.

The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

The ripest fruit first falls.

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.

Act i. Sc. 2.

'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

Act i. Sc. 2.

He will give the devil his due.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his n.o.bility.

Act i. Sc. 3.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

I know a trick worth two of that.

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