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brazen canstick turn’d, or a dry wheel grate on an axletree; and that would set my teeth nothing on edge, nothing so much as mincing poetry; 'tis like the forc'd gate of a shuffling nag.-HOT. III., 1.
I had rather live with cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far, than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, in any summer-house in Christendom.-Hot. III., 1.
I saw young Harry,---with his beaver on, his cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, -rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, and vaulted with such ease into his seat, as if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, to turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, and witch the world with noble horsemanship.—VER. IV., 1.
No more, no more; worse than the sun in March, this praise doth nourish agues.-Mot. IV., 1.
Nothing can seem foul to those that win.-K. HEN. V., 1.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.--HoT. II., 3.
0, he's as tedious as is a tired horse, a railing wife ; worse than a smoky house.--Hot. III., 1.
Though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.-FAL. II., 4.
The end of life cancels all bands.-P. HEN. III., 2.
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune; nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn fox.-FAL. III., 3.
The quality and hair of our attempt brooks no divisions.—WOR. IV., 1.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.-FAL. IV., 3.
The southern wind doth play the trumpet to his purposes; and, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, foretels a tempest, and a blustering day.-P. HEN. V., 1.
Treason is but trusted like the fox; who, ne'er so tame, so cherish’d, and lock'd up, will have a wild trick of his ancestors.--WOR. V., 2.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.P. HEN. V., 4.
Thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool; and time, that takes survey of all the world, must have a stop.-Hor. V., 4.
We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :
:-thou art not what thou seem'st.-P. HEN. V., 4
You us’d us so as that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest; grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, that even our love durst not come near your sight, for fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing we were enforc’d, for safety sake, to fly.-Wor. V., 1.
SECOND PART OF
King Benry the Fourth.
All is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf. CH. Just. Act I., Scene 2.
A good wit will make use of any thing.–Fal. I., 2.
A cause on foot, lives so in hope, as in an early spring we see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, that frosts will bite them.—BARD. I., 3.
An habitation giddy and unsure hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.-ARCH. I., 3.
A good heart's worth gold.—Host. II., 4.
Are these things then necessities ? then let us meet them like necessities.-K. HEN. III., 1.
A rotten case abides no handling.-- WEST. IV.,
Against ill chances, men are ever merry; but heaviness foreruns the good event.--ARCH. IV., 2.
From Rumour's tongues they bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.-Rum., Induction,
He was, indeed, the glass wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.-LADY P. II., 3.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects are at this hour asleep !-Sleep, gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lips down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness ?—K. HEN. III., 1.
How chances mock, and changes fill the cup of alteration with divers liquors !—K. HEN. III., 1.
How quickly nature falls into revolt, when gold becomes her object !-K. HEN. IV., 4.
How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester !KING, V., 2.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse : borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.-FAL. I., 2.
It never yet did hurt, to lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.-Hast. I., 3.
I will not undergo this sneak without reply.-FAL. II., 1.
In everything, the purpose must weigh with the folly.-P. HEN. II., 2.
If we do now make our atonement well, our peace will, like a broken limb united, grow stronger for the breaking.--ARCH. IV., 1.
P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again.
K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought; I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, that thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours before thy hour be ripe ? IV., 4.
Let the end try the man.-P. HEN. II., 2.
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten :KING, V., 2.
Necessity so bow'd the state that I and greatness were compell’d to kiss.-K. HEN. III., 1.
O polish'd perturbation ! golden care! that keep’st the ports of slumbers open wide to many a watchful night !-P. HEN. IV., 4.