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The tyrant custom, most grave senators, hath made the flinty and steel couch of war my thrice-driven bed of down.-Orh. I., 3.
To my unfolding lend a prosperous ear.—Des. I., 3.
'Tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus.-Iago, I., 3.
To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.—IAGO, II., 1.
'Tis the soldier's life, to have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife.-OTH. II., 3.
To be once in doubt, is-once to be resolv’d.-OTH. III., 3.
'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.-OTH. III., 3.
Trifles, light as air, are, to the jealous, confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.-IAGO, III., 3.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul, that in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.--Iago, III., 3.
The hearts, of old, gave hands : but our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts.-OTH. III., 3.
'Tis not a year or two shews us a man.-EMIL. III., 3.
This the noble nature whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue the shot of accident, nor dart of chance, could neither graze nor pierce ?—LOD. IV., 1.
Those, that do teach young babes, do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: he might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding.-Des. IV., 2.
This is the night, that either makes me, or fordoes me quite.--Iago, V., 1.
Unkindness may do much; and his unkindness may defeat my life, but never taint my love.--Des. IV., 2.
When my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern, 'tis not long after but I will wear my heart on my sleeve for daws to peck at.—Iago, I., 1.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, by seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. DUKE, I., 3.
With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.-Iago, II., 1.
When I have a suit, wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, it shall be full of poize and difficulty, and fearful to be granted.-DES. III., 3.
Who has a breast so pure, but some uncleanly apprehensions keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit with meditations lawful ?-Iago, III., 3.
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing : 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; but he, that filches from me my good name,
robs me of that, which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.-IAGO, III., 3.
You shall more command with years, than with your weapons.-OTH. I., 2.
Illuch Ildo about Nothing.
A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers.—LEON. Act I., Scene 1.
Comparisons are odorous.—DOGB. III., 5.
Every one can master a grief, but he that has it.BENE. III., 2.
Fashion wears out more apparel than the man,Con. III., 3.
How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping ?-LEON. I., 1.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.--BEAT. I., 1.
He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness.-D. PEDRO, II., 3.
I know, her spirits are as coy and wild as haggards of the rock.—HERO. III., 1.
If it prove so, then loving goes by haps : some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.—HERO. III., 1.
It so fall out, that what we have we prize not to the worth, whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, why, then we rack the value, then we find the virtue, that possession would not shew us whiles it was ours. -FRIAR, IV., 1.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.-CLAUD. II., 1.
They that touch pitch will be defiled.-Dogb. III., 3.
The ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baes, a calf when he bleats.—DOGB.
will never answer III., 3.
"Tis all men's office to speak patience to those that wring under the load of sorrow; but no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, to be so moral, when he shall endure the like himself.—LEO. V., 1.
There was never yet philosopher, that could endure the tooth-ach patiently ; however they have writ the style of gods, and made a push at chance and sufferance.—LEON. V., 1.
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.-BORA. III., 3.
Why, what's the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? -D. PEDRO, V., 4.
D. Pedro. You have a merry heart.
Beat. Yea, my lord : I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.-II., 1.