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We cannot fight for love, as men may do : we should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.-HEL. II., 2.

Who will not change a raven for a dove?-Lys. II., 3.

Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go ?Lys. III., 2.

We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, and mark the musical confusion of hounds and echo in conjunction.—THE. IV., 1.


Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : it fell upon a little western flower,_before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound, -and maidens call it love-inidleness.-OBE. II., 2.

You spend your passion on a mispris’d mood.--DEM. III., 2.

You are too officious in her behalf, that scorns your services.-DEM. III., 2.

King Lear.


Although the last, not least.—LEAR, Act I., Scene 1.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. KENT, II., 2.

All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, and dotage terms so.—Gon. II., 4.


Allow not nature more than nature needs.—LEAR,


All friends shall taste the wages of their virtue, and all foes the cup of their deservings.—ALB. V., 3.


Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, that make ingrateful man ! LEAR, III., 2.


Down, thou climbing sorrow, thy element's below! -LEAR, II., 4.


Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.—EDG. III., 4.


How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child !-LEAR, I., 4.

He that has a house to put his head in, has a good head piece.-Fool, III., 2.

Henceforth I'll bear affliction, till it do cry out itself, enough, enough, and die.-GLO. IV., 6.

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Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low : lent thing in woman.--LEAR, V., 3.


I do love you more than words can wield the matter, dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty; beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour: as much as child e’er lov’d, or father found. A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable ; beyond all manner of so much I love you.-Gon. I., 1.

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I am sure, my love's more richer than my tongue.


Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend, more hideous, when thou shew'st thee in a child, than the seamonster ! -LEAR, I., 4.

I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing.-LEAR, III., 2.

I am a man, more sinn'd against, than sinning.LEAR, III., 2.

It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe a troop of horses with felt.-LEAR, IV., 6.

I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; if it be man's work, I will do it.-OFF. V., 3.

In his own grace he doth exalt himself, more than in your advancement.-Gon. V., 3.


Jesters do oft prove prophets.—Reg. V., 3.

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Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. -Fool, II., 4.

Let not women's weapons, water-drops, stain my man's cheeks !-LEAR, II., 4.

Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not: to know our enemies' minds.-EDG. IV., 6.


Mend your speech a little, lest it may mar your fortunes.-LEAR, I., 1.

More knave than fool.-Gon. I., 4.

Matter and impertinency mix’d! Reason in madness! EDG. IV., 6.

Men are as the time is ; to be tender-minded does not become a sword.—EDM. V., 3.


Nothing can come of nothing.--LEAR, I., 1.

Nothing can be made out of nothing.–LEAR, I., 4.

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Our power shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men may blame, but not control.---CORN. III., 7.

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.-Phy. IV., 4.

O our lives' sweetness. That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, rather than die at once !-EDG. V., 3.


Patience and sorrow strove who should express her goodliest. You have seen sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears were like a better day: Those happy smiles, that play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know what guests were in her eyes; which parted

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