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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.
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.
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
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.