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The expedition of my violent love out-ran the pauser reason.-MACB. II., 3.
To shew an unfelt sorrow, is an office which the false man does easy.-MAL. II., 3.
This sore night hath trifled former knowings.-OLD M. II., 4.
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up thine own life's means !-Rosse, II., 4.
To be thus is nothing; but to be safely thus.MacB. III., 1.
Things without remedy, should be without regard : what's done, is done.—LADY M. III., 2.
Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill. MACB. III., 2.
Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits : the flighty purpose never is o’ertook, unless the deed go with it.MACB. IV., 1.
The king-becoming graces, as justice, verity, temperance, stableness, bounty, perséverance, mercy, lowliness, devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, &c., &c.—MAL. IV., 3.
This tune goes manly.-MAL. IV., 3.
The night is long, that never finds the day.-MAL. IV., 3.
Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.-MACB.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.-MACB. V., 5.
Unsafe the while, that we must lave our honours in these flattering streams; and make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.-MACB. III., 2.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.Doct. V., 1.
Why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature ?-MACB. I., 3.
Would'st thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, and live a coward in thine own esteem ?-LADY M. I., 7.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand ?-MACB. II., 2.
What man dare, I dare.—MACB. III., 4.
What I am truly, is thine, and my poor country's, to command.-MAL. IV., 3.
What's done, cannot be undone.-LADY M. V., 1.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men may read strange matters.—LADY M. I., 5.
Your spirits shine through you.-MACB. III., 1.
You all know, security is mortal's chiefest enemy.Hec. III., 5.
Your case of sorrow must not be measur'd by his worth, for then it hath no end.-Rosse, V., 7.
Troilus and Cressida.
A woman impudent and mannish grown is not more loath'd than an effeminate man in time of action.PATR. Act III., Scene 3.
A plague of opinion ! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.—THER. III., 3.
Blunt wedges rive hard knots.—Ulyss. I., 3.
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear.
Checks and disasters grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; as knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap, infect the sound pine, and divert his grain tortive and errant from his course of growth.--AGAM. I., 3.
Emulation hath a thousand sons, that one by one pursue.-ULYSS. III., 3.
Firm of word ; speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue.-ULYSS. IV., 5.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.—ACHIL. III., 3.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding.–Pan. I., 1.
Her hand, in whose comparison all whites are ink.Tro. I., 1.
I I am weaker than a woman's tear, tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance.-TRO. I., 1.
I cannot fight upon this argument; it is too starv’d a subject for my sword.—Tro. I., 1.
Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?-Pan. I., 2.
In the reproof of chance lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth, how many shallow bauble boats dare sail upon her patient breast, making their way with those of nobler bulk? But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage the gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold the strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut, bounding between the two moist elements, like Perseus' horse.--NEST. I., 3.
I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.TRO. IV., 4.
It is the purpose, that makes strong the vow : but vows to every purpose must not hold.-Cas. V., 3.
M Modest doubt is call’d the beacon of the wise, the tent that searches to the bottom of the worst.-HECT. II., 2.
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, two traded pilots ’twixt the dangerous shores of will and judgment.--TRO. II., 2.
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown too headstrong for their mother.—CRES. III., 2.
Men, like butterflies, shew not their mealy wings, but to the summer; and not a man, for being simply man, hath any
but honour for those honours that are without him, as place, riches, favour prizes of accident as oft as merit. --ACHIL. III., 3.