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Is not the king's name forty thousand names ?-K. Rich. III., 2.
Is there no plot to rid the realm of this pernicious blot ?-Aum. IV., 1.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.K. Rich. V., 5.
Lions make leopards tame.-K. Rich. I., 1.
Let them go to ear the land that hath some hope to grow.-K. RICH. III., 2.
The state and inclination of the day :
SCROOP. III., 2.
Must I ravel out my weav'd-up follies -K. Rich. IV., 1.
My grief lies all within; and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief, that swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; there lies the substance.-K. Rich. IV., 1.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea can wash the balm from an anointed king: the breath of worldly men cannot depose the deputy elected by the Lord.-K. Rich. III.,
Nothing can we call our own, but death; and that small model of the barren earth, which serves as paste and cover to our bones.-K. Rich. III., 2.
O, flattering glass, like to my followers in prosperity, thou dost beguile me!-K. Rich. IV., 1.
Pride must have a fall.-K. Rich. V., 5.
Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, the uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.-BOLING. I., 1.
Sweet love, I see, changing his property, turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.—SCROOP, III., 2.
So two, together weeping, make one woe. V., 1.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is-spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest is—a bold spirit in a loyal breast.-Nor. I., 1.
That which in mean men we entitle-patience, is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.-DUCH. I., 2.
That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; and those his golden beams, to you here lent, shall point on me, and gild my banishment.-BOLING. II., 3. The apprehension of the good, gives but the greater feeling to the worse : fell sorrow's tooth did never rankle more, than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.—BOLING. I., 3.
The ripest fruits first falls.-K. RICH. II., 1.
The task he undertakes is—numb’ring sands, and drinking oceans dry.-GREEN, II., 2.
That is not forgot, which ne'er I did remember.PERCY, II., 3.
The means that heaven yields must be embrac’d, and not neglected; else, if heaven would and we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; the proffer'd means of succour and redress.-BISHOP, III., 2.
The worst is—death, and death will have his day.K. Rich. III., 2.
They well deserve to have, that know the strong'st and surest way to get.-K. Rich. III., 3.
Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.K. Rich. III., 3.
The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; that fear, to hate ; and hate turns one, or both, to worthy danger, and deserved death.-K. Rich. V., 1.
The word is short, but not so short as sweet; no word like pardon, for kings' mouths so meet.-Duch. V., 3.
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 ! 0, she will sing the savageness out of a bear !-OTH. IV., 1.
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.