M My plenteous joys, wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.—Dun. I., 4. My more-having would be as a sauce to make me hunger more.-MAL. IV., 3. More needs she the divine, than the physician.— DOCT. V., 1. N Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content: 'tis safer to be that which we destroy, than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.-LADY M. III., 2. Now does he feel his title hang loose about him, like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.—ANG. V., 2. 0 O proper stuff! this is the very painting of your fear. -LADY M. III., 4. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, and braggart with my tongue!-MACD. IV., 3. Out, out, brief candle! life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, that struts and frets, his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.-MACB. V., 5. P Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.MACB. I., 3. S Signs of nobleness, like stars shall shine on all deservers.-DUN. I., 4. Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. -MACB. II., 2. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, 'tis hard to reconcile.-MACD. IV., 3. T Thy words become thee, as thy wounds; they smack of honour both.-DUN. I., 2. There's no art, to find the mind's construction in the face.-DUN. I., 4. Thou art so far before, that swiftest wing of recompense is slow to overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd.-DUN. I., 4. There's husbandry in heaven, their candles are all out.-BAN. II., 1. Thou sure and firm set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear thy very stones prate of my where-about, and take the present horror from the time, which now suits with it.-MACB. II., 1. The attempt, and not the deed, confounds us.LADY M. II., 2. G The expedition of my violent love out-ran the reason. MACB. II., 3. pauser 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. V., 3. 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. U 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. W 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. Y 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 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. B Blunt wedges rive hard knots.-ULYSS. I., 3. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear.CRES. III., 2. |