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This is worshipful society, and fits the mounting spirit, like myself: for he is but a bastard to the time, who doth not smack of observation.-BAST. I., 1.

The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their swords in such a just and charitable war.—AUST. II., 1.

Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, and hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.-CONST. III., 1.

The better act of purposes mistook is, to mistake again; though indirect, yet indirection thereby grows direct, and falsehood falsehood cures.-PAND. III., 1.

The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, attended with the pleasures of the world, is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, to give me audience.-K. JOHN, III., 3.

There's nothing in this world, can make me joy: life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.-LEW. III., 4.

To guard a title that was rich before, to gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.-SAL. IV., 2.

This act is as an ancient tale new told; and, in the last repeating, troublesome, being urged at a time unseasonable.-PEм. IV., 2.

The image of a wicked heinous fault lives in his eye. -PEM. IV., 2.

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Think you, I bear the shears of destiny? have I commandment on the pulse of life?-K. JOHN, IV., 2.

There is no sure foundation set on blood; no certain life achiev'd by others' death.-K. JOHN, IV., 2.

This is the very top, the height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, of murder's arms.-SAL. IV., 3.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, for villainly is not without such rheum; and he long traded in it, makes it seem like rivers of remorse and innocency.-SAL. IV., 3.

The present time's so sick, that present medicine must be minister'd.-K. JOHN, V., 1.

The day shall not be up so soon as I, to try the fair adventure of to-morrow.-LEW. V., 5.

'Tis strange, that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; and, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings his soul and body to their lasting rest.-P. HEN. V., 7.

This England never did, (nor never shall,) lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, but when it first did help to wound itself.-BAST. V., 7.

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Urge them, while their souls are capable of this ambition: lest zeal, now melted, by the windy breath of soft petitions, pity, and remorse, cool and congeal again to what it was.-ELI. II., 2.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.-MEL. V., 4.

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Vast confusion waits (as doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,) the eminent decay of wrested pomp.-BAST. IV., 3.

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Well did he become that lion's robe, that did disrobe the lion of that robe !-BLANCH, II., 1.

Whiles I am beggar, I will rail, and say, there is no sin, but to be rich; and being rich, my virtue then shall be, to say,-there is no vice, but beggary.-BAST. II., 2.

Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, like a proud river peering o'er his bounds? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words?-CONST. III., 1.

When law can do no right, let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong.-CONST. III., 1.

What motive may be stronger with thee than the name of wife?—-BLANCH, III., 1.

Within this wall of flesh there is a soul, counts thee her creditor, and with advantage means to pay thy love. -K. JOHN, III., 3.

When fortune means to men most good, she looks upon them with a threatening eye.-PAND. III., 4.

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.-PEм. IV., 2.

We cannot hold morality's strong hand.-K. JOHN, 2.

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Where is that blood, that I have seen inhabit in those cheeks? so foul a sky clears not without a storm: pour down thy weather.-K. JOHN, IV., 2.

We grant, thou canst outscold us: fare thee well; we hold our time too precious to be spent with such a babbler.-LEW. V., 2.

Why should I then be false; since it is true, that I must die here, and live hence by truth?-MEL. V., 4.

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You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard.-BAST. II., 1.

Pericles, Prince of Tyre.

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All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, the name of help grew odious to repeat.-CLE. Act I., Scene 4.

A man whom both the waters and the wind, in that

vast tennis-court, hath made the ball for them to play upon, entreats you pity him.-Per. II., 1.

As jewels lose their glory, if neglected, so princes their renown, if not respected.—SIм. II., 2.

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By relating tales of other's griefs, see if 'twill teach us to forget our own.-CLE. I., 4.

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Death remember'd, should be like a mirror, who tells us, life's but breath; to trust it, error.—PER. I., 1.

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Few love to hear the sins they love to act.—PER.

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Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace for the crown'd truth to dwell in.-Per. V., 1.

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He's no man on whom perfections wait, that knowing sin within, will touch the gate.—PER. I., 1.

How courtesy would seem to cover sin! when what is done is like an hypocrite, the which is good in nothing but in sight.-PER. I., 1.

He asks of you, that never us'd to beg.-PER. II., 1.

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