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Against ill chances, men are ever merry; but heaviness foreruns the good event.-ARCH. IV., 2.


From Rumour's tongues they bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.-RUM., Induction.


He was, indeed, the glass wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.-LADY P. II., 3.

How many thousand of my poorest subjects are at this hour asleep!-Sleep, gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lips down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?-K. HEN. III., 1.

How chances mock, and changes fill the cup of alteration with divers liquors !—K. HEN. III., 1.

How quickly nature falls into revolt, when gold becomes her object!-K. HEN. IV., 4.

How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!KING, V., 2.


I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.-FAL. I., 2.

It never yet did hurt, to lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.-HAST. I., 3.


I will not undergo this sneak without reply.-FAL. 1.


In every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly.-P. HEN. II., 2.

If we do now make our atonement well, our peace will, like a broken limb united, grow stronger for the breaking.-ARCH. IV., 1.

P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again.

K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought; I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, that thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours before thy hour be ripe?— IV., 4.


Let the end try the man.-P. HEN. II., 2.


May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?KING, V., 2.


Necessity so bow'd the state that I and greatness were compell'd to kiss.-K. HEN. III., 1.


O polish'd perturbation! golden care! that keep'st the ports of slumbers open wide to many a watchful night!-P. HEN. IV., 4.

O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, the moist impediments unto my speech, I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard the course of it so far. There is your crown; and He that wears the crown immortally, long guard it yours!-P. HEN. IV., 4.


Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst. ARCH. I., 3.


Rumour is a pipe blown by surmises, jealousy, conjectures; and of so easy and so plain a stop, that the blunt monster with uncounted heads, the still-discordant wavering multitude, can play upon it.-RUM., Induction.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo.— WAR. III., 1.


See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! he, that but fears the thing he would not know, hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, that what he fear'd is chanced.-NORTH. I., 1.


The whiteness in thy cheek is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.-NORTH. I., 1.

Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise.-NORTH. I., 1.

The first bringer of unwelcome news hath but a losing office.-NORTH. I., 1.

The thing that's heavy in itself, upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed.-MOR. I., 1.

'Tis with my mind, as with the tide swell'd up unto its height, that makes a still-stand, running neither way.-NORTH. II., 3.

Then, happy low, lie down! uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.-K. HEN. III., 1.

There is a history in all men's lives, figuring the nature of the times deceas'd: the which observ'd, a man may prophecy, with a near aim, of the main chance of things as yet not come to life; which in their seeds, and weak beginnings, lie intreasured.-WAR. III., 1.

Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, to stab at half an hour of my life.-K. HEN. IV., 4.


We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.— HAST. I., 3.

Will fortune never come with both hands full, but write her fair words still in foulest letters? She either gives a stomach, and no food,—such are the poor, in health; or else a feast, and takes away the stomach,such are the rich, that have abundance, and enjoy it not.-K. HEN. IV., 4.


Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, foretels the nature of a tragic volume.-NORTH. I., 1.

You are too great to be by me gainsaid.-MOR. I., 1.

King Benry the Fifth.


As many several ways meet in one town; as many fresh streams run in one self sea; as many lines close in the dial's center; so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose, and be all well borne without defeat.-CANT. Act I., Scene 2.

Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.-MONT. 6.


A fool's bolt is soon shot.-ORL. III., 7.

All things are ready, if our minds be so.-K. HEN. IV., 3.

A good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps its course truly.-K. HEN. V., 2.

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