Chapter TABLETS to TALE of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

TABLETS to TALE

TABLETS.—My tablets, Juan.

Byron.—The Corsair, Canto I. Section 7.

TAIL.—What a monstrous tail our cat has got!

Carey.—The Dragon of Wantley, Act II.

TAILOR.—Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble!
Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant!

Shakespeare.—Taming of the Shrew, Act IV. Scene 3. (Petruchio to the Tailor.)

TAKE.—Ye take too much upon you, ye sons of Levi.

Moses.—The Book of Numbers, Chap. XVI. Verse 7.

TAKE.—The good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.

Wordsworth.—Rob Roy’s Grave.

Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that;
You take my house, when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life,
When you do take the means whereby I live.

Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act IV. Scene 1. (Shylock, after the division of his wealth.)

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.

Shakespeare.—Macbeth, Act III. Scene 4. (On seeing the Ghost of Banquo.)

Take, oh, take those lips away!

Shakespeare.—A Song in Measure for Measure, Act IV. Scene 1; and in The Bloody Brother of Beaumont and Fletcher, Act V. Scene 2.

Take thy auld cloak about thee.

Shakespeare.—Othello, Act II. Sc. 3; Ramsay’s Tea Table Miscellany; and 1 Percy Reliques.

Take what he gives, since to rebel is vain;
The bad grows better, which we well sustain;
And could we choose the time, and choose aright,
’Tis best to die, our honour at the height.

Dryden.—Palamon and Arcite, Book III. Line 1086.

TALBOT.—Is this the scourge of France?
Is this the Talbot so much fear’d abroad,
That with his name the mothers still their babes?

Shakespeare.—King Henry VI. Part I. Act II. Scene 3. (The Countess of Auvergne.)

TALE.—But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 5. (The Ghost to Hamlet.)

TALE.—I will a round unvarnish’d tale deliver
Of my whole course of love