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us'd to say, extremity was the trier of spirits; that common chances common men could bear; that, when the sea was calm, all boats alike shew'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, when most struck home, being gentle wounded, crave a noble cunning.-COR. IV., 1.

My mother bows; as if Olympus to a molehill should in supplication nod.—Cor. V., 3.

Murd'ring impossibility, to make what cannot be, slight work.-Cor. V., 3.

My pretext to strike at him admits a good construction.-AUF. V., 5.


Nor did you think it folly, to keep your great pretences veil'd, till when they needs must shew themselves.-AUF. I., 2.

Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight with hearts more proof than shields.—MAR. I., 4.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune, fall deep in love with thee.-LART. I., 5.


Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.—SIC.


Never shame to hear what you have nobly done.1 SEN. II., 2.

Not having the power to do the good it would, for the ill which doth control it. —COR. III., 1.

Now we have shewn our power, let us seem humbler after it is done, than when it was a doing.–Bru. IV., 2.


Not of a woman's tenderness to be, requires nor child nor woman's face to see.-CoR. V., 3.

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Oft, when blows have made me stay, I fled from words. You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not.—COR. II., 2.

O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love unseparable, shall within this hour, on a dissention of a doit, break out to bitterest enmity.-Cor. IV., 4.

One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; rights by rights founder, strengths by strengths do fail. -AUF. IV., 7.

O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome: but, for your son-believe it, O, believe it, most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, if not most mortal to him.-Cor. V., 3.


Poor suitors have strong breaths.-1 Cit. I., 1.


Put not your worthy rage into your tongue.-MEN.



Such a nature, tickled with good success, disdains the shadow which he treads on at noon.

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Scratches with briars, scars to move laughter only.-COR. III., 3.

Sir, it is no little thing, to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.-Cor. V., 3.


They threw their caps as they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, shouting their emulation.MAR. I., 1.

Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world were feverous, and did tremble.—LART. I., 4.

Twere a concealment worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, to hide your doings.-Com. I., 9.


There have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground.—2 OFF. II., 2.

The wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my heart.—Cor. II., 3.

This is the way to kindle, not to quench.-Men. III., 1.

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Tis odds beyond arithmetic.—Com. III., 1.

This must be patch'd with cloth of any colour.MEN. III., 1.

The service of the foot being once gangren'd, is not then respected for what before it was ?-MEN. III., 1.

Thou had'st rather follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, than flatter him in a bower.-VOL. III., 2.

'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, as 'tis to laugh at them.-Cor. IV., 1.

Though thy tackle's torn, thou shew'st a noble vessel.–AUF. IV., 5.

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man still to remember wrongs ?-Vol. V., 3.

There is a differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub.-MEN. V., 4.

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.—MEN. V., 4.

Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.2 Lord, V., 5.



With every minute

you do change a mind; and call him noble, that was now your hate, him vile, that was your garland.-MAR. I., 1.

Were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me only he.-MAR. I., 1.

We call a nettle, but a nettle; and the faults of fools, but folly.--MEN. II., 1.


What custom wills, in all things should we do't, the dust on antique time would lie unswept, and mountainous error be too highly heap'd for truth to over-peer. -COR. II., 3.

With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds.BRU. II., 3.

What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. -MEN. V., 4.

Y You must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale.—1 Cit. I., 1.

You shall not be the grave of your deserving.Com. I., 9.

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You shout me forth in acclamations hyperbolical; as if I loved my little should be dieted in praises sauc'd with lies.-MAR. I., 9.

Your helps are many; or else your actions would grow wondrous single.-MEN. II., i,

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Your minds pre-occupied with what you rather must do than what you should, made you against the grain to voice him consul.—Sic. II., 3.

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You speak the people as if you were a god to punish, not a man of their infirmity.-BRU. III., 1.

You know the very road into his kindness, and cannot lose your way.-Bru. V., 1.

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