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Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.PRIN. IV., 1.


Young blood will not obey an old decree.—BIRON, IV., 3.

King Benry the Eighth.


Anger is like a full-hot horse; who being allowd his way, self-mettle tires him.—Nor. Act I., Scene 1.

All hoods make not monks.-Q. Kath. III., 1.


All goodness is poison to thy stomach.--WOL.


Affairs, that walk (as, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have in them a wilder nature, than the business that seeks despatch by day.--GAR. V., 1.


Bosom up my counsel, you'll find it wholesome.NOR. I., 1.

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, one that never dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, and to that woman, when she has done most, yet will I add an honour;-a great patience.-Q. Kath. III., 1.

Be just, and fear not.-WOL. III., 2.



Corruption wins not more than honesty.-Wol.



Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, and bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; and,—when he thinks, good easy man, full surely his greatness is a ripening, -nips his root, and then he falls, as I do, &c., &c. -WOL. III., 2.

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Fling away ambition; by that sin fell the angels ; how can man then, the image of his Maker, hope to win by't?-WOL. III., 2.


Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.—Nor. I., 1.

Heaven has an end in all.-Buck. II., 1.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, that no king can corrupt.-Q. KATH. III., 1.

He brings his physic after his patient's death.CHAM. III., 2.

His thinkings are below the moon, not worth his serious considering.-K. HEN. III., 2.

How much, methinks, I could despise this man, but that I'm bound in charity against it !-Wol. III., 2.

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I servid my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.—WOL. III., 2.

His promises were, as he then was, mighty ; but his performance, as he is now, nothing.-KATH. III., 2.


He has strangled his language in his tears.-K. HEN.



I am richer than my base accusers, that never knew what truth meant.—BUCK. II., 1.

I have perus’d her well.--CHAM. II.,


I should be glad to hear such news as this once every hour.-SUR. III., 2.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : and, from that full meridan of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall like a bright exhalation in the evening, and no man see me more.

.-WOL. III., 2. I know myself now; and I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace;

and from these shoulders, these ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken a load would sink a navy, too much honour: 0, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.-Wol. III., 2.



I see your end, 'tis my undoing.-CRAN. V., 2.

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I told ye all, when we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, 'twould fall upon ourselves.-SUF. V., 2.


Let your reason with your choler question.—Nor. I., 1.

Like the lily, that once was mistress of the field, and flourish d, I'll hang my head, and perish.-Q. KATH. III., 1.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee.- WOL. III., 2.

Leave me alone; for I must think of that, which company will not be friendly to.-K. HEN. V., 1.

Love, and meekness, lord, become a churchman better than ambition; win straying souls with modesty again, cast none away.-CRAN. V., 2.


May he live longer than I have time to tell his years! Ever belov’d, and loving, may his rule be! And, when old time shall lead him to his end, goodness and he fill up one monument !-Buck. II., 1.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.-GRIF. IV., 2.

Men that make envy, and crooked malice, nourishment, dare bite the best.—CRAN. V., 2.


No man's pie is free'd from his ambitious finger. BUCK. I., 1.

New customs, though they be never so ridiculous, nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.-SANDS, I., 3.

Nothing but death shall e'er divorce my dignities.Q. KATH. III., 1.

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Our content is our best having.-OLD LADY, II., 3.

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Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,

Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art:
Killing care, and grief of heart,
Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.--

Q. Kath. III., 1.

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