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He that of greatest works is finisher, oft does them by the weakest minister.--HEL. II., 1.

Honours best thrive, when rather from our acts we them derive than our fore-goers.-King, II., 3.

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I play the noble housewife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool.—Count. II., 2.

It is a charge too heavy for my strength : but yet we'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake, to the extreme edge of hazard.—BER. III., 3.

Par. V.,

I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched.

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I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.-King, V., 3.

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Keep thy friend under thy own life's key.—Count. I., 1.

L Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.-COUNT. I., 1.

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My heart is heavy, and mine age is weak; grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.-Count. III., 4.

My thoughts, you have them ill to friend, till your deeds gain them.-KING, V., 3.

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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which ascribe to heaven: the fated sky gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.—HEL. I., 1.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits, where hope is coldest, and despair most sits.-HEL. II., 1.

Our rash faults make trivial price of serious things we have, not knowing them, until we know their grave. -KING, V., 3.

Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, destroy our friends, and after weep their dust.-KING, V., 3.

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Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.KING, II., 1.

Praising what is lost, makes the remembrance dear. -KING, V., 3.

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The hind that would be mated by the lion, must die for love.—HEL. I., 1.

That's a bountiful answer, that fits all questions.Count. II.,

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There can be no kernel in this light nut.—LAF. II., 5.

'Tis not the many oaths, that make the truth ; but the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.—DIA. IV., 2.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherish'd by our virtues.- 1 LORD,

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IV.,

Thou may’st see a sun shine and a hail in me at once : but to the brightest beams distracted clouds give way.--KING, V., 3.

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We must do good against evil.LAF. II., 5.

Which of them both is dearest to me, I have no skill in sense to make distinction.-Count. III., 4.

Who cannot be crushed with a plot ?-PAR. IV., 3.

We may pick a thousand sallads, ere we light on such another herb. -LAF. IV., 6.

We are old, and on our quick'st decrees the inaudible and noiseless foot of time steals ere we can effect them.-KING, V., 3.

King Richard the errond.

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All places that the eye of heaven visits, are to a wise man ports and happy havens: teach thy necessity to reason thus; there is no virtue like necessity.-Gaunt. Act I., Scene 3.

All is uneven, and every thing is left at six and seven. -YORK, II., 2.

Awhile to work, and, after, holiday.--BOLING. III., 1.

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Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, where nothing lives, but crosses, care, and grief.—YORK, II., 2.

Come, come, in wooing sorrow, let's be brief, since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.-K. Rich.

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Each day still better other's happiness; until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, add an immortal title to your crown !-NOR. I., 1.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, which shew like grief itself, but are not so: for sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects; like perspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, shew nothing but confusion.-BUSHY, II., 2.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor, which, till my infant fortune comes to years, stands for my bounty.--BOLING. II., 3.

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Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it, and sets it light.-GAUNT. I., 3.

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How long a time lies in one little word! four lagging winters, and four wanton springs, end in a word ; Such is the breath of kings.-BOLING. I., 3.

Heaven hath a hand in these events; to whose high will we bound our calm contents.-YORK. V., 2.

How sour sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept !-K. Rich. V., 5.

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I will despair, and be at emnity with cozening hope; he is a flatterer, a parasite, a keeper-back of death, who gently would dissolve the bands of life, which false hope lingers in extremity.-QUEEN, II., 2.

If angels fight, weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.-K. RICH. III., 2.

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