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Gentlemen, the time of life is short; to spend that shortness basely, were too long, if life did ride upon a dial's point, still ending at the arrival of an hour.— HOT. V., 2.
Herein will I imitate the sun; who doth permit the base contagious clouds to smother up his beauty from the world, that when he please again to be himself, being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, by breaking through the foul and ugly mists of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.-P. HEN. I., 2.
He loves his own barn better than he loves our house.-Hor. II., 3.
He was but as the cuckoo is in June, heard, not regarded.-K. HEN. III., 2.
How bloodily the sun begins to peer above yon busky hill the day looks pale at his distemperature.K. HEN. V., 1.
Honour is a mere scutcheon.—FAL. V., 1.
He gave you all the duties of a man; trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue; spoke your deservings like a chronicle; making you ever better than his praise, by still dispraising praise, valued with you.-VER. V., 2.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work; but, when they seldom come,
they wish'd-for come, and nothing pleaseth but rare accidents, so, when this loose behaviour I throw off, and pay the debt I never promised, by how much better than my word I am, by so much shall I falsify men's hopes; and, like a bright metal on a sullen ground, my reformation, glittering o'er my fault, shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes, than that which hath no foil to set it off.-P. HEN. I., 2.
I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; redeeming time, when men think least I will.-P. HEN. I., 2.
I will from henceforth rather be myself, mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition; which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, and therefore lost that title of respect, which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.-K. HEN. I., 3.
I remember, when the fight was done, when I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, shew'd like a stubble land at harvest-home; he was perfumed like a milliner; and 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held a pouncet-box, which ever and anon he gave his nose, and took 't away again.-HOT. 3.
If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.—FAL. II., 4.
I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, by telling truth; Tell truth and shame the devil.-Hor. III., 1.
I had rather be a kitten and cry-mew, than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: I had rather hear a
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.—Moт. 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.
O, he's as tedious as is a tired horse, a railing wife; worse than a smoky house.-Hoт. 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., 1.