sleeping, and waking, o, defend me still !-RICHM. V., 3.

() coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!K. Rich. V., 3.

P

Pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, while kites and buzzards prey at liberty.—Hast. I., 1.

Princes have but their titles for their glories, an outward honour for an inward toil; and, for unfelt imagi. nations, they often feel a world of restless cares; so that, between their titles, and low name, there's nothing differs but the outward fame.-BRAK. I., 4.

a

Pitchers have ears.-Q. ELız. II., 4.

S

Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. --BRAK. I., 4.

Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.YORK, II., 4.

a

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.–Glo. III., 1.

Since you will buckle fortune on my back, to bear her burden, whe’r I will, or no, I must have patience to endure the load.-GLO. III., 7.

T

The world is grown so bad, that wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch.—Glo. I., 3.

Talkers are no good doers.-1 MURD. I., 3.

Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.CLAR. I., 4.

The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind.-Q. Eliz. II., 4.

The untainted virtue of your years hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit.-GLO. III., 1.

To fly the boar, before the boar pursues, were to incense the boar to follow us, and make pursuit, where he did mean no chase.-Hast. III., 2.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay.-TyR. IV., 3.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.Rich. V., 2.

The weary sun hath made a golden set, and, by the bright track of his fiery car, gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.—Rich. V., 3.

The early village cock hath twice done salutation to the morn.-RAT. V., 3.

W

Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won ?-Glo. I., 2.

Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? why wither not the leaves, that want their sap ?-Q.

2.

Eliz. II.,

Woe to that land, that's govern’d by a child !-3 CIT.

3.

II.,

When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; when the sun sets, who doth not look for night?—3 Cit. II., 3.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. Buck, V., 1.

Y

Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, but look'd not on the poison of their hearts.—GLO. III., 1.

Macbeth).

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Are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye shew ?-BAN. Act I., Scene 3.

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour, as thou art in desire ?-LADY M. I., 7.

After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. --MACB. III., 2.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, yet grace must still look so.

.-MAL. IV., 3.

A great perturbation in nature ! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.– Doct. V., 1.

B

But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.-LADY M. I., 7.

By the clock, 'tis day, and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.-Rosse, II., 4.

Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace.—Macb. III., 2.

Boundless intemperance in nature is a tyranny.MacD. IV., 3.

Come what come may ; time and the hour runs through the roughest day.-Macb. I., 3.

Come, come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty.LADY M. I., 5.

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Can such things be, and overcome us like a summer's cloud, without our special wonder ?-MACB. III., 4.

Cruel are the times, when we are traitors, and do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour from what we fear; yet know not what we fear.—Rosse, IV., 2.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; raze out the written troubles of the brain ; and, with some sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff, which weighs upon the heart ?-Macb. V., 3.

G

God's benison go with you; and with those that would make good of bad, and friends of foes !-Old M. II., 4.

Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak, whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. MAL. IV., 3.

I

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour to make thee full of growing.–Dun. I., 4.

I fear thy nature ; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness, to catch the nearest way.--LADY M. I., 5.

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.-MACB. I., 7.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but