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robs me of that, which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.-Iago, III., 3.


You shall more command with years, than with your weapons. -OTH. I., 2.

Much Ado about Jathing.


A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers.—LEON. Act I., Scene 1.


Comparisons are odorous.-Dogb. III., 5.


Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. BENE. III., 2.

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Fashion wears out more apparel than the man. Con. III., 3.


How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping ?-LEON. I., 1.

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He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.-BEAT. I., 1.

He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness.-D. PEDRO, II., 3.


I know, her spirits are as coy and wild as haggards of the rock.-HERO. III., 1.

If it prove so, then loving goes by haps : some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.--HERO. III., 1.

It so fall out, that what we have we prize not to the worth, whiles we enjoy it; but being lack’d and lost, why, then we rack the value, then we find the virtue, that possession would not shew us whiles it was ours. -FRIAR, IV., 1.


Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.-CLAUD. II., 1.



They that touch pitch will be defiled. DogB.


The ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baes,

a calf when he bleats.-DOGB.

will never answer III., 3.

"Tis all men's office to speak patience to those that wring under the load of sorrow; but no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, to be so moral, when he shall endure the like himself.—LEO. V., 1.

There was never yet philosopher, that could endure the tooth-ach patiently; however they have writ the style of gods, and made a push at chance and sufferance.-LEON. V., 1.


When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.—BORA. III., 3.

Why, what's the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness: -D. PEDRO, V., 4.


D. Pedro. You have a merry heart.

Beat. Yea, my lord : I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.-II., 1.

Ilidsummer Night's Dream.


Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth ; turn melancholy forth to funerals, the pale companion is not for our pomp.—THE. Act I., Scene 1.

As a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Or, as the heresies that men do leave,
Are hated most of those they did deceive.-

Lys. II., 3.

Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.-Lys. III., 2.


But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d, than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.-THE. I., 1.

By all the vows that ever men have broke, in number more than ever women spoke.—HER. I., 1.

Bootless speed! when cowardice pursues, and valour flies.-HEL. II., 2.


Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, the ear more quick of apprehension makes.—HER. III., 2.


His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered.—THE. V., 1.

I I woood thee with my sword, and won thy love, doing thee injuries ; but I will wed thee in another key, with pomp, with triumph, and with revelling: THE. I., 1.

If there were a sympathy in choice, war, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it; making it momentary as a sound, swift as a shadow, short as any dream; brief as the lightning in the collied night, that, in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, and ere a man hath power to say,--Behold! the jaws of darkness do devour it up : so quick bright things come to confusion.-Lys. I., 2.

I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.--Bor. I., 2.

I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on you.—HEL. II., 2.

It is not night, when I do see your face, therefore I think I am not in the night: nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;


my respect, are all the world.--HEL. II., 2.

for you,

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