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My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr’d; and I myself see not the bottom of it.--ACHIL. III., 3.
Nature craves, all dues be render'd to their owners, -HECT. II.,
No man is the lord of any thing, (though in and of him there be much consisting,) till he communicate his parts to others.—ULYSS. III., 3.
O heavens, what some men do, while some men leave to do! How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, while others play the idiots in her eyes ! how one man eats into another's pride, while pride is fasting in his wantonness ?-Ulyss. III., 3.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.Ulyss. III., 3.
Omission to do what is necessary seals a commission to a blank of danger.—PATR. III., 3.
-O heart, O heavy heart,
Patience herself, what goddess e’er she be, doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.—TRO. I., 1.
Pride hath no other glass to shew itself, but pride;
for supple knees feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.—ULYSS. III., 3.
Perseverance, dear my lord, keeps honour bright.Ulyss. III., 3.
Sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.-Tro. I., 1.
She is a pearl, whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships. -TRO. II., 2.
Some joy too fine, too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharpin sweetness.—TRO. III., 2.
This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant.-ALEX. I., 2.
Time must friend, or end.-PAN, I., 2.
The worthiness of praise distains his worth, if that the prais’d himself bring the praise forth : but what the repining enemy commends, that breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.-ÆNE. I., 3.
The lustre of the better shall exceed, by shewing the worse first.-Ulyss. I., 3.
'Tis mad idolatry, to make the service greater than the god.-HECT. II., 2.
Thus to persist in doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, but makes it much more heavy.—HECT. II., 2.
The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.—Ulyss. II., 3.
To be wise, and love, exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.-CRES. III., 2.
They pass’d by me, as misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me good word, nor look.—ACHIL. III., 3.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, wherein he puts alms for oblivion, a great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes ; those scraps are good deeds past: which are devour'd as fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.—Ulyss. III., 3.
To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion ; like a rusty mail in monumental mockery.--Ulyss. III., 3.
Time is like a fashionable host, that slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; and with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, grasps-in the comer.ULYSS. III., 3.
Things in motion sooner catch the eye, than what not stirs.-ULYSS. III., 3.
Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves. -PATR. III., 3.
The end crowns all; and that old common arbitrator, Time, will one day end it.—HECT. IV., 5.
To such as boasting shew their scars, a mock is due.-TRO. IV., 5.
Valour's show, and valour's worth divide, in storms of fortune.—NEST. I., 3.
What is aught, but as 'tis valued ?—Tro. II., 2.
Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well, the world's large spaces cannot parallel.-PAR. II., 2.
Words pay no debts, give her deeds.- Pan. III., 2.
When right with right wars, who shall be most right? -TRO. III.,
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing. -Ulyss. III., 3.
Why tell you me of moderation ? the grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, and violenteth in a sense so strong as that which causeth it.—CRES. IV., 4.
While others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity.—Tro. IV., 4.
Wert thou an oracle to tell me so, I'd not believe thee.-HECT. IV., 5.
Your silence, cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws my very soul of counsel.—CRES. III., 2.
You train me to offend you.-HECT. V., 3.
Timon of Sithens.
A most incomparable man ; breath’d, as it were, to an untirable and continuate goodness.--MER. Act I., Scene 1.
A prodigal course is like the sun's ; but not like his, recoverable.-Luc. SERV. III., 4.
As you are great, be pitifully good.-ALCIB. III., 5.
с Ceremony was but devis’d at first, to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shewn; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.—TIM. I., 2.
His large fortune, upon his good and gracious nature hanging, subdues and properties to his love and tendance all sorts of hearts. -Poet, I., 1.
He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o' the flatterer.—APEM. I., 1.
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer the worst that man can breathe.—1 SEN. III., 5.