Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.—Gen. iii. 19. _Macbeth._—Life’s but a walking shadow.—v. 5. Man walketh in a vain show.—Ps. xxxix. 6. _Prince of Morocco._—Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow’d livery of the burnished sun.—_Merch. Ven._ ii. 1. Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me.—Sol. Song, i. 6. _Othello._—I took by the throat, the circumcised dog, and smote him.—v. 2. I smote him, I caught him by his beard and smote him, and slew him.—1 Sam. xvii. 35. _Macbeth._—Let this pernicious hour stand aye accursed in the calendar.—iv. 1. Opened Job his mouth and cursed his day; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.—Job iii. 1, 6. _Hamlet._—What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!—ii. 2. What is man, that thou art mindful of him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands.—Ps. viii. 4, 5, 6. _Macbeth._—We will die with harness on our back.—v. 5. Nicanor lay dead in his harness.—2 Maccabees xv. 28. _Banquo._—Woe to the land that’s governed by a child. Woe to thee, O land, when thy king is a child.—Eccles. x. 16. _Banquo._—In the great hand of God I stand.—_Macbeth_, ii. 3. Thy right hand hath holden me up.—Ps. xviii. 35. Man the image of his Maker.—_Henry VIII._, iii. 2.—_Gen. I._ 27. Blessed are the peacemakers.—_2 Henry VI._, ii. 1.—_Matt. V._ 29. And when he falls he falls like Lucifer.—_Henry VIII._, iii. 2. How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!—Isaiah xiv. 12. No, Bolingbroke, if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life.—_Richard II._, i. 3. Whose names were not written in the book of life.—Rev. xx., xxi. Swear by thy gracious self.—_Romeo and Juliet_, ii. 2. He could swear by no greater, he sware by himself.—Heb. vi. 13. My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet.—_2 Henry VI._, ii. 3. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.—Ps. cxix. 105. Who can call him his friend that dips in the same dish?—_Timon of Athens_, iii. 2. He that dippeth his hand with me in the dish, the same shall betray me.—Matt. xxvi. 23. You shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest.—_Timon of Athens_, v. 1. The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree.—Ps. xcii. 12. It is written, they appear to men like angels of light.—_Com. of Errors_, iv. 3 Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.—2 Cor. xi. 14.