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Are gone, are gone : 
Lovers, make moan: 
His eyes were green as leeks. 
* * * * 
Adieu, adieu, adieu. 
V. i. 331. 
I am sent, with broom, before, 
To sweep the dust behind the door. 
V. i. 396. 
Obe. Through the house give glimmering light, 
By the dead and drowsy fire : 
Every elf and fairy sprite, 
Hop as light as bird from brier ; 
And this ditty, after me, 
Sing and dance it trippingly. 
V. i. 398. 
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. 
I should be still 
Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind. 
I. i. 17. 
Would scatter all her spices on the stream. 
I- i- 33 - 
His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels 
of chaff. 
I. i. 115. 
A goodly apple rotten at the heart. 
Pick’d from the chaff and ruin of the times. 
I. iii. 102. 
II. ix. 48. 
Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever 
knapped ginger or made her neighbours believe she wept 
for the death of a third husband. 
III. i. 9. 
You may as well forbid the mountain pines 
To wag their high tops and to make no noise, 
When they are fretten with the gusts of heaven. 
IV. i. 75 - 
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