Sunday, 4 March 2018

national grimoire day

Kids today who don't know the difference between its and it's!

Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre,
As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe,
Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips.
Henry VI part 2 III ii, Folio I

This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion
With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
The Tempest I ii, Folio I

How sometimes Nature will betray it's folly?
It's tendernesse?
The Winter's Tale I ii, Folio I

In my greene Veluet Coat; my Dagger muzzel'd,
Least it should bite it's Master,
The Winter's Tale I ii, Folio I

By Iesus hee is vtter as praue words vpon the bridge
As you shall desire to see in a sommers day, but its all one,
What he hath sed to me, looke you, is all one.
Henry V I i, Quarto I

Swords, any thing he cares not, and the diuell come to
him, its all one, by Gods lid it dooes ones heart good.
Troilus and Cressida I i, Quarto I

lose and loose!

Duke. You doe but loose your labour.
Measure for Measure V i, Folio

Rich. You are old enough now,
And yet me thinkes you loose:
Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head.
King Henry VI, part 3 I i, Folio I

Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus?
King Henry VI, part 3 I i, Folio I

Riu. These Newes I must confesse are full of greefe,
Yet gracious Madam, beare it as you may,
Warwicke may loose, that now hath wonne the day.
King Henry VI, part 3 IV iv, Folio I

Que. Let not thy mother loose her praiers Hamlet,
Hamlet I ii, Quarto I

Then giue me leaue, for loosers will haue leaue,
Titus Andronicus III i, Folio

The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life.
King Henry VI, part 3 III ii, Folio I

who and whom!

Lau. Can nothing speake? Master, shall I strike?
Pro. Who wouldst thou strike?
Lau. Nothing.
- Two Gentlemen of Verona III i, Folio 1

Boyet. Now Madam summon vp your dearest spirits,
Consider who the King your father sends:
To whom he sends, and what's his Embassie.
- Love's Labour's Lost II i, Folio 1

For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe
- Macbeth III i, Folio 1

Alb. Run, run,O run.
Edg. To who my Lord? Who ha's the Office?
- King Lear V iii, Folio 1

speake to him againe. What do you read my Lord?
Ham. Words, words, words.
Pol. What is the matter, my Lord?
Ham. Betweene who?
Pol. I meane the matter you meane, my Lord.
- Hamlet II ii, Folio 1

Iago. Not this houre Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten
o'th'clocke. Our Generall cast vs thus earely for the
loue of his Desdemona: Who, let vs not therefore blame;
- Othello II ii, Folio 1

they now are in my powre;
And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit
Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd)
And his, and mine lou'd darling.
- The Tempest III iii, Folio 1

Spare not the Babe
Whose dimpled smiles from Fooles exhaust their mercy;
Thinke it a Bastard, whom the Oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat shall cut,
And mince it sans remorse.
- Timon of Athens IV iii, Folio 1

And others more, going to seeke the graue
Of Arthur, whom they say is kill'd to night, on your (suggestion.
- King John IV ii, Folio 1

But such a one thy vassall, whom I know
Is free for me to aske, thee to bestow.
- All's Well that Ends Well II i, Folio 1

Elb. My wife Sir? whom I detest before heauen, and
your honour.
Esc. How? thy wife?
Elb. I Sir: whom I thanke heauen is an honest wo-
- Measure for Measure II i, Folio


"Lift him out," said Squeers, after he had literally feasted his eyes in silence upon the culprit. - Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby 

He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room - Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby 

And with his eyes he literally scoured the corners of the cell - Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

the wretch did not make a single remark during dinner . . . whereas I literally blazed with wit - William Makepeace Thackeray, Punch magazine

He literally had to move heaven and earth to arrive at this systematic understanding - Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Lily, the caretaker’s daughter, was literally run off her feet. - James Joyce, Dubliners

Literally, I was (what he often called me) the apple of his eye. - Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre