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To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.-AGR. II., 2.
'Tis a studied, not a present thought, by duty ruminated.–AGR. II., 2.
Thy lustre thickens, when he shines by.-SOOTH.
Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.-CLEO. II., 5.
The band that seems to tie their friendship together, will be the very strangler of their amity.—Eno. II., 6.
To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in’t, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.—1 SERV. II., 7.
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; mine honour, it.-Pom. II., 7.
They are his shards, and he their beetle.-ENO. III., 2.
The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, and these the showers to bring it on.--ANT. III., 2.
Thou knew'st too well, my heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, and thou should'st tow me after : O'er my spirit thy full supremacy thou knew’st.ANT. III., 9.
"Tis better playing with a lion's whelp, than with an old one dying. -Exo. III., 11.
To be furious, is, to be frighted out of fear: and in that mood, the dove will peck the estridge.-ENO.
The soul and body rive not more in parting, than greatness going off.--CHAR. IV., 11.
The odds is gone, and there is nothing left remark. able beneath the visiting moon.—CLEO. IV., 13.
The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack.-CÆs. V., 1.
The business of this man looks out of him.--Cæs. V., 1.
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter'd.–ANT. I., 2.
What our contempts do often hurl from us, we wish it ours again.-ANT. I., 2.
When good will is show'd, though it come too short, the actor may plead pardon.-CLEO. II., 5.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, shall never find it more.-MEN. II., 7.
Wisdom and fortune combating together, if that the former dare but what it can, no chance may shake it. -THYR. III., 11.
When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.-ENO. III., 11.
Wishers were ever fools.-CLEO. IV.,
We could not stall together in the whole world.CÆs. V., 1.
You shall find there a man who is the abstract of all faults that all men follow.—Cæs. I., 4.
You praise youself by laying defects of judgment to me.-CÆs. II., 2.
Love's Labour's Lost.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose, than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; but like of each things, that in season grows.-BIRON, Act I., Scene 1.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it.—Ros. V., 2.
Brave conquerors !—for so you are, that war against your own affections, and the huge army of the world's desires.-KING, I., 1. .
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.—Prin. II., 1.
Dainty bits make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits.—LONG. I., 1.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.BIRON, IV., 3.
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.PRIN. IV., 1.
Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, as foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote.-MAR. V., 2.
He hath wit to make an ill shape good, and shape to win grace though he had no wit.—Kath. II., 1.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.-Hol. V., 1.
Justice always whirls in equal measure.-BIRON,
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, live register'd upon our brazen tombs, and then grace us in the disgrace of death; when, spite of cormorant devouring time, the endeavour of this present breath may buy that honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, and make us heirs of all eternity.-King, I., 1.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, and where we are, our learning likewise is.-Biron, IV., 3.
Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.-MAR. II., 1.
None offend, where all alike do dote.-Dum. IV., 3.
Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn.-BIRON, IV., 3.
Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame.BIRON, I., 1.
The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, (if virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will.-MAR. II., 1.
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs.—DIRON, IV., 3.
There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown. --Prin. V., 2.