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thence, as pearls from diamonds dropp’d.-In brief, sorrow would be a rarity most belov’d, if all could so become it.-GENT. IV., 3.
S Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.—ALB. I., 4.
She was a queen over her passion; who, most rebellike, sought to be the king o'er her.—Gent. IV., 3.
The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft.LEAR, I., 1.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides ; who covers faults, at last shame them derides. -CoR. I., 1.
This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity.—EDM. I., 2.
Thou art an O without a figure.–Fool, I., 4.
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,
FOOL, I., 4.
This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.-LEAR, II., 4.
To wilful men, the injuries, that they themselves procure, must be their schoolmaster.–REG. II., 4.
The art of our necessities is strange, that can make vile things precious.-LEAR, III., 2.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; robes and furr'd gowns hide all.--LEAR, IV., 6.
The let-alone lies not in your good will.—ALB. V., 3.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to scourge us.-EDG. V., 3.
We are not ourselves, when nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind to suffer with the body.-LEAR, II., 4.
When others are more wicked; not being the worst, stands in some rank of praise.—LEAR, II., 4.
Where the greater malady is fix'd, the lesser is scarce felt.—LEAR, III., 4.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
EDG. III., 6.
You are much more attask'd for want of wisdom, than prais’d for harmful mildness.—Gon. I., 4.
You are old ; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine : you should be rul'd, and led by some discretion, that discerns your state better than you yourself.-REG. II., 4.
Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd, than still contemn'd and flatter'd.-Edg. IV., 1.
FIRST PART OF
king Henry the Fourth.
As full of spirit as the month of May, and gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.-VER. Act IV., Scene 1.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir, but, like a comet, I was wonder'd at.-K. HEN. III., 2.
Better consider what you have to do, than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, can lift your with persuasion.-Hor. V., 2.
God befriend us, as
our cause is just !-K. HEN. Gentlemen, the time of life is short; to spend that shortness basely, were too long, if life did ride upon a dial's point, still ending at the arrival of an hour.Hot. V., 2.
Herein will I imitate the sun; who doth permit the base contagious clouds to smother up his beauty from the world, that when he please again to be himself, being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, by breaking through the foul and ugly mists of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.-P. HEN. I., 2.
He loves his own barn better than he loves our house.—Hot. II., 3.
He was but as the cuckoo is in June, heard, not regarded.-K. Hen. III., 2.
How bloodily the sun begins to peer above yon busky hill! the day looks pale at his distemperature. K. HEN. V., 1.
Honour is a mere scutcheon.-FAL. V.,
He gave you all the duties of a man; trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue; spoke your deservings like a chronicle; making you ever better than his praise, by still dispraising praise, valued with you.-VER. V., 2.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work; but, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, and nothing pleaseth but rare accidents, so, when this loose behaviour I throw off, and pay the debt I never promised, by how much better than my word I am, by so much shall I falsify men's hopes; and, like a bright metal on a sullen ground, my reformation, glittering o'er my fault, shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes, than that which hath no foil to set it off.-P. HEN. I., 2.
I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; redeeming time, when men think least I will.-P. HEN. I., 2.
I will from henceforth rather be myself, mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition; which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, and therefore lost that title of respect, which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.—K. HEN. I., 3.
I remember, when the fight was done, when I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress’d, fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap’d, shew'd like a stubble land at harvest-home; he was perfumed like a milliner; and 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held a pouncet-box, which ever and anon he gave his nose, and took 't away again.—Hot. I., 3.
If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.-Fal. II., 4.
I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, by telling truth; Tell truth and shame the devil.-Hot. III., 1.
I had rather be a kitten and cry-mew,
than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: I had rather hear a