The Winter's Tale
They say we are
Almost as like as eggs.
The Winter's Tale. Act i. Scene 2.
What 's gone and what 's past help
Should be past grief.
The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Scene 2.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Scene 3.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Scene 3.
O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Scene 4.
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea,
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Scene 4.
I love a ballad in print o' life,
for then we are sure they are true.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Scene 4.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Scene 4.
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