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Violent fires soon burn out themselves; small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes.-GAUNT. II., 1,


Woe doth the heavier sit, where it perceives it is but faintly borne.-GAUNT. I., 3.

Words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.-AUM. I., 4.

Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain.-GAUNT. II., 1.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, and so your follies fight against yourself. -CAR. III., 2.

Who are the violets now, that strew the green lap of new-come spring?-DUCH. V., 2.


You may my glories and my state depose, but not my griefs; still I am king of those.-K. RICH. IV., 1.

Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares down.-. K. RICH. IV., 1.



A maiden never bold; of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion blush'd at herself.-BRA. Act I., Scene 3.

An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!-ОTH. IV., 1.

As you shall prove us, praise us.-LOD. V., 1.


Beware, my lord, of jealously; it is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on..-IAGO, III., 3.

But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; they are not ever jealous for the cause, but jealous for they are jealous.-EMIL. III., 3.


Dull not device by coldness and delay.-IAGO, II., 3.

Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; but, with a little act upon the blood, burn like the mines of sulphur.-IAGO, III., 3.


Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls.-IAGO, III., 3.

Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use.-IAGO, V., , 1.


He requires your haste-post-haste appearance.-CAS. I., 2.

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; still question'd me the story of my life, from year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, that I have pass'd.-Отн. I., 3.

Here's my husband; and so much duty as my mother shew'd to you, preferring you before her father, so much I challenge that I may profess due to the Moor, my lord.—DES. I., 3.

He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears but the free comfort which from thence he hears: but he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, that, to pay grief, must of poor patience to borrow.-BRA. I., 3.

His good nature prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio, and looks not on his evils.-MON. II., 3.

Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all.-CAS. II., 3.

How poor are they that have not patience!-IAGO, II., 3.

He echoes me, as if there were some monster in his thought too hideous to be shewn.-Отн. III., 3.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.-ОTH. III., 3.

Had it pleas'd heaven to try me with affliction; had he rain'd all kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul a drop of patience.-Отн. IV.,



I am not what I am.-IAGO, I., 1.

If such actions may have passage free, bond-slave, and pagans, shall our statesmen be.—BRA. I., 2.

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver of my whole course of love.-ОTH. I., 3.

I never yet did hear, that the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.-BRA. I., 3.

I am not merry; but I do beguile the thing I am, by seeming otherwise.-DES. II., 1.

It gives me wonder great as my content, to see you here before me.-OTH. II., 1.

I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, as thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts the worst of words.-ОTH. III., 3.

I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; and, on the proof, there is no more but this,-away at once with love, or jealousy.-OтH. III., 3.

I am to pray you, not to strain my speech to grosser issues, nor to larger reach, than to suspicion.-IAGO, III., 3.

It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, and fix most firm thy resolution.-IAGO, V., 1.

I will play the swan, and die in music.-EMIL. V., 2.


Knavery's plain face is never seen, till us'd.—IAGO, II., 1.


Little shall I grace my cause, in speaking for myself. -OTH. I., 3.

Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, not to out-sport discretion.-ОтH. II., 3.

Like to the Pontic sea, whose icy current and compulsive course ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on to the Propontick and the Hellespont; even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, till that a capable and wide revenge swallow them up.-OTH. III., 3.


Mere prattle, without practice, is all his soldiership. -IAGO, I., 1.

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