Chapter GIFTS to GLOVES of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

GIFTS to GLOVES

GIFTS.—O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities;
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give.

Shakespeare.—Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 3. (Friar Laurence at his cell door with a basket.)

1. I never gave you aught.
2. My honour’d lord, I know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath compos’d
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind,
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1. (Hamlet and Ophelia.)

These are thy brother’s gifts.

Hoole’s Metastatio, Œtius, Act III. Scene 2.

GIRDLE.—I’ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.

Shakespeare.—Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II. Scene 2. (Puck to Oberon.)

To put a girdle round about the world.

George Chapman.—Bussy D’Ambois, Act I. Massinger.—The Maid of Honour, Act I. Scene 1.

GIVE.—Give ample room and verge enough.

Gray.—The Bard, Stanza IV. Line 3.

Give me to drink mandragora,
That I might sleep out this great gap of time
My Anthony is away.

Shakespeare.—Anthony and Cleopatra, Act I. Scene 5. (Cleopatra to her maid, Charmian.)

Give me but what this ribband bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.

Waller.—On a Girdle.

Give me an ounce of civet,
Good apothecary; sweeten my imagination.

Shakespeare.—King Lear, Act IV. Scene 6. (Lear on Adultery.)

Give the devil his due.

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part I. Act I. Scene 2. (Hal to Poins.)

GIVE.—Give me that man
That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him
In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of hearts,
As I do thee.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act III. Scene 2. (To Horatio before the play begins.)

Give me the ocular proof.

Shakespeare.—Othello, Act II. Scene 3. (Taking Iago by the throat.)

GLAD.—I am very glad of it: I’ll plague him,
I’ll torture him; I am glad of it.

Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act III. Scene 4. (Shylock to Tubal.)

GLADIATOR.—I see before me the gladiator lie:
He leans upon his hand—his manly brow
Consents to death, but conquers agony,
And his droop’d head sinks gradually low—
And through his side the last drops,