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C.N. Douglas, comp.  Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical.  1917.
 
Shakespeare
 
        A barren detested vale, you see it is;
The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
O’ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe.
  1
        A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.
  2
        A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
  3
        A fellow by the hand of nature mark’d,
Quoted, and sign’d, to do a deed of shame.
  4
        A general welcome from his grace
Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates
To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes
In all this noble bevy, has brought with her
One care abroad: he would have all as merry
As first-good company, good wine, good welcome
Can make good people.
  5
        A good old man, sir. He will be talking; as they say,
When the age is in, the wit is out.
  6
        A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.
  7
        A heavier task could not have been impos’d,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.
  8
        A hundred thousand welcomes; I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light and heavy; Welcome.
  9
        A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
  10
        A lioness with udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch,
When that the sleeping man should stir; for ’tis
The royal disposition of that beast
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
  11
        A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench.
  12
        A maid
That paragons description and wild fame;
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in the essential vesture of creation
Does tire the ingener.
  13
        A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour’s talk withal:
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest.
  14
        A merry heart goes all the day,
A sad tires in a mile.
  15
        A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.
  16
        A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
Which is as brief as I have known a play;
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
Which makes it tedious.
  17
        A red morn that ever yet betoken’d
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gust and foul flaws to herdsmen and to herds.
  18
        A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.
  19
        A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch,
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.
  20
 
 
        A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook
Into the main of waters.
  21
        A surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings.
  22
        A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Fram’d in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt right royal;
The spacious world cannot again afford.
  23
        A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
  24
        A tardiness in nature,
Which often leaves the history unspoke,
That it intends to do.
  25
        A tear for pity and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.
  26
        A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits upon our helms.
  27
        A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
  28
        A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath’d than an effiminate man.
  29
        A woman mov’d is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
  30
        A wretched soul, bruis’d with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burden’d with like weight of pain,
As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.
  31
        Abandon all remorse;
On horror’s head horrors accumulate.
  32
        According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
  33
        Affection is a coal that must be cool’d:
Else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire.
  34
        Affliction is enamor’d of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
  35
        Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
  36
        Ah me, how weak a thing
The heart of woman is!
  37
        Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death’s approach is seen so terrible!
  38
        Ah! that deceit should steal such gentle shape,
And with a virtuous visard hide deep vice.
  39
        Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
  40
        Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords.
  41
        Alas, how is ’t with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
  42
        Alas! he has banish’d me his bed already;
His love too long ago: I am old, my lords,
And all the fellowship I hold now with him
Is only my obedience. What can happen
To me, above this wretchedness?
  43
        Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we;
For, such as we are made of, such we be.
  44
        Alas! to make me
The fixed figure of the time, for scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at.
  45
        All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
  46
        All his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave-Maries on his beads.
  47
        All is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
  48
        All is not well;
I doubt some foul play.
  49
        All men’s faces are true, whatsome’er their hands are.
  50
        All the contagion of the south light on you,
You shames of Rome! you herd of—boils and plagues
Plaster you o’er; that you may be abhorr’d
Further than seen, and one infect another
Against the wind a mile!
  51
        All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease!
  52
        All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.
  53
        All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
  54
        All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights,
Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry,
While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
Her richest lockram ’bout her reechy neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him. stalls, bulks, windows,
Are smother’d up, leads fill’d, and ridges hors’d
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earnestness to see him.
  55
        Although
The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels offic’d all; I will be gone.
  56
        Ambition’s like a circle on the water,
Which never ceases to enlarge itself,
’Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
  57
        An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart;
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
  58
        An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven:
Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?
No, not for Venice.
  59
        An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!
  60
        And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
  61
        And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurel victory; and smooth success
Be strew’d before your feet.
  62
        And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shape and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks has strong imagination
That if he would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
  63
        And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d,
That palter with us in a double sense:
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.
  64
        And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again.
  65
        And do as adversaries do in law:
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
  66
        And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
  67
        And her sunny locks
Hang on her temples like a golden fleece.
  68
        And his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
  69
        And his chin new reap’d,
Show’d like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
  70
        And, like a strutting player, whose conceit
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
’Twixt his stretch’d footing and the scaffoldage.
  71
        And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, “It is ten o’clock:
Thus we may see,” quoth he, “how the world wags.”
  72
        And many an old man’s sigh, and many a widow’s,
And many an orphan’s water-standing eye—
Men for their sons’, wives for their husbands’ fate,
And orphans for their parents’ timeless death,—
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
  73
        And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.
  74
        And steal immortal kisses from her lips;
Which even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush as thinking their own kisses sin.
  75
        And teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night.
  76
        And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
  77
        And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
  78
        And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
  79
        And there at Venice gave
His body to that pleasant country’s earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
  80
        And to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
  81
        And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
  82
        And where two raging fires meet together
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
  83
        And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honour to disgrace’s feet?
  84
        Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!—
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn’d,
Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such questionable shape
That I will speak to thee.
  85
        Anger’s my meat; I sup upon myself
And so shall starve with feeding.
  86
        Are there no stones in heaven
But what serve for the thunder?
  87
        Are you call’d forth from out a world of men,
To slay the innocent?
  88
        Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
And fear’st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Content and beggary hang upon thy back,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law.
  89
        As ’tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.
  90
        As false
As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth;
As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer’s calf;
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.
  91
        As fast lock’d up in sleep, as guiltless labor,
When it lies starkly in the traveller’s bones.
  92
        As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;
They kill us for their sport.
  93
        As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
The third o’ the world is yours; which with a snaffle,
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
  94
        As I have seen a swan
With bootless labour swim against the tide
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
  95
        As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-grac’d actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious.
  96
        As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
  97
        As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering hills.
  98
        As you from crimes would pardon’d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
  99
        Ask God for temperance; that’s the appliance only
Which your disease requires.
  100
        At lovers’ perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
  101
        At my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and, at my birth,
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.
  102
        At once, good night—
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
  103
        At your age,
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment.
  104
        Authority bears so credent bulk,
That no particular scandal once can touch:
But it confounds the breather.
  105
        Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with!
  106
        Away and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what false heart doth know.
  107
        Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot:
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison’d in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world.
  108
        Ay, in the catalogue, ye go for men;
As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are ’clept
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him closed.
  109
        “Ay,” quoth my uncle Gloucester,
“Small herb have grace, great weeds do grow apace:”
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.
  110
        Be advis’d;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself; we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.
  111
        Be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.
  112
        Be just and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s,
Thy God’s, and truth’s.
  113
        Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship and such fair ostents of love
As shall conveniently become you there.
  114
        Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat’ner and outface the brow
Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great,
Grow great by your example and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
  115
        Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere thou can’st report I will be there,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard;
So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath.
  116
        Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
  117
        Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
A shining glass, that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it ’gins to bud;
A brittle glass, that’s broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
And as good lost is seld or never found,
As fading gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead lie wither’d on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress,
So beauty blemish’d once, for ever’s lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.
  118
        Before the curing of a strong disease,
  Even in the instant of repair and health,
  The fit is strongest; evils that take leave,
On their departure most of all show evil.
  119
        Behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow’d sea,
Breasting the lofty surge.
  120
        Behold, my lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip,
The trick of ’s frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his smiles;
The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger.
  121
        Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back,
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
  122
        Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream;
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
  123
        Bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly.
  124
        Bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their chamber-door I’ll beat the drum
Till it cry sleep to death.
  125
        Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note
In the fair multitude of those her hairs!
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Do glue themselves in sociable grief,
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.
  126
        Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great Tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dares not check thee!
  127
        Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
  128
        Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
  129
        Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once,
That make ungrateful man.
  130
        Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
  131
        Bold adversity,
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
And whiles the honorable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs.
  132
        Bosom up my counsel,
You’ll find it wholesome.
  133
        Brave conquerors! for so you are,
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world’s desires.
  134
        Bravest at the last,
She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way.
  135
        Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great?
  136
        But all his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
His champions are the prophets and apostles,
His weapons only saws of sacred writ,
His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canonized saints.
  137
        But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.
  138
        But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
  139
        But Heaven hath a hand in these events;
To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
  140
        But her’s, which through the crystal tears gave light,
Shone like the moon in water seen by night.
  141
        But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber’d oak.
  142
        But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
  143
        But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
  144
        But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d,—
His glassy essence,—like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep.
  145
        But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we’ll not fail.
  146
        But that I am forbid,
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.
  147
        But virtue never will be mov’d,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven.
  148
        But we all are men,
In our own natures frail; and capable
Of our flesh, few are angels.
  149
        But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered.
  150
        But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.
  151
        But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
  152
        But yet,—
I do not like but yet, it does allay
The good precedence; fye upon but yet;
But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor.
  153
        But, O vain boast!
Who can control his fate?
  154
        But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom yield
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
  155
        But, soft: behold! lo, where it comes again!
I’ll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use a voice,
Speak to me.
  156
        By God, I cannot flatter: I do defy
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart’s love, hath no man than yourself;
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
  157
        By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection.
  158
        By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death
Will seize the doctor, too.
  159
        By noting of the lady I have mark’d
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames,
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes.
  160
        Can it be that modesty may more betray
Our sense than woman’s lightness?
  161
        Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer’s cloud,
Without our special wonder?
  162
        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?
                Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
  Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it.
  163
        Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
  164
        Celerity is never more admired
Than by the negligent.
  165
        Ceremony was but devis’d at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere ’tis shown.
  166
        Chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O’er-covered quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without Fear or Doubt,
To live an unstain’d Wife of my sweet Love.
  167
        Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth.
  168
        Civil dissension is a viperous worm
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
  169
        Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them. Naught shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.
  170
        Come what come may;
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
  171
        Come, and take choice of all my library,
And so beguile thy sorrow.
  172
        Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
  173
        Come, sit down, every mother’s son, and rehearse your parts.
  174
        Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, hold, hold!
  175
        Comets importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars.
  176
        Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And it will make thee think thy swan a crow.
  177
        Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
  178
        Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what’s past; avoid what is to come.
  179
        Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
  180
        Consideration, like an angel came
And whipp’d the offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelope and contain celestial spirits.
  181
        Contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.
  182
        Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
  183
        Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come, when it will come.
  184
        Crabbed age and youth cannot live together;
  Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
  Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, age’s breath is short;
  Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold;
  Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee; youth I do adore thee.
  185
        Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
  186
        Custom calls me to ’t—
What custom wills, in all things should we do ’t?
  187
        Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,
Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried ere they can behold
Bright Phœbus in his strength—a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one!
  188
        Danger knows full well,
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he:
We are two lions litter’d in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible.
  189
        Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
  190
        Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in Fame, though not in life.
  191
        Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain;
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Loseth men’s hearts, and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts besides;
Beguiling them of commendation.
  192
        Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionably,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them.
But I,—that am not shap’d for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.
  193
        Didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
  194
        Direct not him, whose way himself will choose;
’Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
  195
        Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of colic pinch’d and vex’d
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples and moss-grown towers.
  196
        Diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are reliev’d,
Or not at all.
  197
        Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper false
In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we:
For, such as we are made of, such are we.
  198
        Divinely bent to meditation;
And in no worldly suits would he be mov’d,
To draw him from his holy exercise.
  199
        Divines and dying men may talk of hell,
But in my heart her several torments dwell.
  200
        Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
  201
        Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilst, like a puff’d and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own road.
  202
        Do not, for ever, with thy veiled lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust;
Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
  203
        Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv’d to effect.
  204
        Dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion’s hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf’s skin on those recreant limbs.
  205
        Doubt thou the stars are fire;
  Doubt that the sun doth more;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
  But never doubt, I love.
  206
        Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be fam’d; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honors reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime.
  207
        Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
Which show like grief itself, but are not so:
For sorrow’s eye glazed with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects.
  208
        England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune.
  209
        Equality of two domestic powers
Breeds scrupulous faction.
  210
        Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts and songs compos’d
To her unworthiness; it nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves; for he persists
As if his life lay on’t.
  211
        Every tongue that speaks
But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence.
  212
        Every wretch, pining and pale before
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:
A largess universal, like the sun,
His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear.
  213
        Excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault worse by the excuse.
  214
        Expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.
  215
        Experience is by industry achieved,
And perfected by the swift course of time.
  216
        Experience teacheth us
That resolution ’s a sole help at need:
And this, my lord, our honour teacheth us,
That we be bold in every enterprise:
Then since there is no way, but fight or die,
Be resolute, my lord, for victory.
  217
        Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
  218
        Fair ladies mask’d are roses in their bud:
Dismask’d, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.
  219
        Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you:
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en;—
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
  220
        Famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back;
The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law.
  221
        Fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort!
  222
        Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump.
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
  223
        Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars
That make ambition virtue.
  224
        Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him:
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;
And—when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening,—nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.
  225
        Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.
  226
        Fathers that wear rags do make their children blind:
But fathers that bear bags shall see their children kind.
  227
        Fie, fie upon her!
There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
  228
        Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
  229
        Fit for the mountains and the barb’rous caves,
Where manners ne’er were preach’d.
  230
        Follow thy drum;
With man’s blood paint the ground, gules, gules;
Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
Then what should war be?
  231
        For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl;
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage,
Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
  232
        For government, through high and low and lower,
Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
Congreeing in a full and natural close,
Like music.
  233
        For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
  234
        For in the fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.
  235
        For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours.
  236
        For never yet one hour in his bed
Have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep,
But have been waked by his timorous dreams.
  237
        For oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog.
  238
        For several virtues
Have I lik’d several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature’s best!
  239
        For some must watch, while some must sleep;
So runs the world away.
  240
        For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
  241
        For we are old, and on our quick’st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.
  242
        For youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds
Importing health and graveness.
  243
        Forbear sharp speeches to her; she’s a lady,
So tender of rebukes that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her.
  244
        Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us anything.
  245
        Fortune, that arrant whore,
Ne’er turns the key to the poor.
  246
        Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets,
But gold that’s put to use, more gold begets.
  247
        Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.
  248
        Foul whisp’rings are abroad; and unnat’ral deeds
Do breed unnat’ral troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
  249
        Foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets;
But gold, that’s put to use, more gold begets.
  250
        Frailty, thy name is woman!—
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow’d my poor father’s body,
Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she,
  *  *  *  married with my uncle.
  251
        Frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
  252
        From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other’s watch;
Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames,
Each battle sees the other’s umbered face:
Steed threatens steed in high and boastful neighs,
Piercing the night’s dull ear; and from the tents,
The armourers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
  253
        From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that lov’d him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer:
*        *        *        *        *
And to add greater honors to his age
Than man could give, he died fearing God.
  254
        From love of grace,
Lay not that flatt’ring unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulc’rous place;
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen; confess yourself to heav’n;
Repent what’s past, avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker.
  255
        From this time forth
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
  256
        Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
  257
        Fye! fye! unknit that threat’ning unkind brow;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.
  258
        Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft’st may never grow.
  259
        Get thee glass eyes;
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not.
  260
        Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve by judgment.
  261
        Give me another horse,—bind up my wounds,
Have mercy, Jesu!—soft;—I did but dream.—
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!—
The lights burn blue.—It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my fearful flesh.
What do I fear? myself?
  262
        Give me good proofs of what you have alleged:
’Tis not enough to say—in such a bush
There lies a thief—in such a cave a beast;
But you must show him to me ere I shoot,
Else I may kill one of my straggling sheep.
  263
        Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
  264
        Give me one kiss, I’ll give it to thee again;
And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain.
  265
        Give me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
  266
        Give me that man
That is not passion’s slave.
  267
        Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth.
  268
        Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
  269
        Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear it that the opposed may beware of thee;
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
*        *        *        *        *
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: To thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
  270
        Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
  271
        Go back; the virtue of your name
Is not here passable.
  272
        Go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
  273
        Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven.
  274
        God give us leisure for these sights of love!
Once more, adieu!
  275
        God shall be my hope,
My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
  276
        God’s soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his knell is knoll’d.
  277
        Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls;
Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;
’Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
  278
        Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.
  279
        Great floods have flown
From simple sources, and great seas have dried
When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
  280
        Great men may jest with saints: ’tis wit in them,
But in the less, foul profanation.
*        *        *        *        *
That in the captain’s but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
  281
        Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me;
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garment with his form.
  282
        Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet
Could rule them both without ten women’s wit.
  283
        Had I but serv’d my God with half the zeal
I serv’d my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
  284
        Had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
  285
        Had it pleased Heaven
To try me with affliction; had he rain’d
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head;
Steep’d me in poverty to the very lips;
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
I should have found in some place of my soul
A drop or patience.
  286
        Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha’ been a grandam ere she died;
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
  287
        Had she been true,
If Heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I’d not have sold her for it.
  288
        Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne’er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres, and my unshrubb’d down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth.
  289
        Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn; happier than this,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit
Commits itself to yours to be directed.
  290
        Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
  291
        Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match?
  292
        Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest.
  293
        Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman’s nay doth stand for nought?
  294
        He bears an honorable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
  295
        He can write and read and cast accompt.
O monstrous!
We took him setting of boys’ copies.
Here’s a villain!
  296
        He did request me to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.
  297
        He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines
And darts his light through every guilty hole.
  298
        He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
  299
        He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
Our ears are cudgell’d; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fist of France:
Zounds! I was never so bethump’d with words,
Since I first called my brother’s father, dad.
  300
        He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; ’tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his lustre.
  301
        He has strangled
His language in his tears.
  302
        He hath no friends but what are friends for fear;
Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him.
  303
        He is a soldier, fit to stand by Cæsar
And give direction.
  304
        He is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war.
  305
        He is no man on whom perfections wait,
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
  306
        He is not worthy of the honeycomb
That shuns the hive because the bees have stings.
  307
        He is the half-part of a blessed man
Left to be finished by such a she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
O, two such silver currents, when they join,
Do glorify the banks that bound them in!
  308
        He stopp’d the fliers:
And, by his rare example, made the coward
Turn terror into sport; as waves before
A vessel under sail, so men obey’d,
And fell below his stem.
  309
        He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
  310
        He that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
  311
        He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow.
  312
        He that hath a beard is more than a youth;
And he that hath none is less than a man.
  313
        He that hath a will to die by himself,
Fears it not from another.
  314
        He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n,
Let him not know ’t, and he’s not robb’d at all.
  315
        He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
  316
        He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder.
  317
        He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
  318
        He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that lov’d him not;
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
  319
        He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
  320
        He was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame was asham’d to sit;
For ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
  321
        He was perfum’d like a milliner:
And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose: and still he smil’d and talk’d;
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corpse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
  322
        He wears his faith but as the fashion of
His hat; it ever changes with the next block.
  323
        He which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made.
  324
        He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offences weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
  325
        He’s truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe;
And make his wrongs his outsides,
To wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
And ne’er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
  326
        Heaven doth divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in continual motion;
To which is fix’d, as an aim or butt,
Obedience.
  327
        Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge,
That no king can corrupt.
  328
        Heaven knows, I had no such intent;
But that necessity so bow’d the state,
That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss.
  329
        Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
  330
        Hence,
Horrible villain! or I’ll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I’ll unhair thy head;
Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stew’d in brine,
Smarting in ling’ring pickle.
  331
        Henceforth I’ll bear
Affliction till it do cry out itself,
Enough, enough, and die.
  332
        Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not night.
  333
        Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear and see her plaints.
  334
        Her virtues, graced with external gifts,
Do breed love’s settled passions in my heart.
  335
        Here are a few of the unpleasant’st words
That ever blotted paper!
  336
        Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still’d my brawling discontent.
  337
        Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons’ difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,
“This is no flattery.”
  338
        Here I and sorrows sit:
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
  339
        Here is my journey’s end, here is my birth,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
  340
        Here’s our chief guest.
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast.
  341
        His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest.
  342
        His eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible,
He wrung Bassanio’s hand; and so they parted.
  343
        His great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion do we bury
The incensing relics of it.
  344
        His life is parallel’d
E’en with the stroke and line of his great justice;
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others.
  345
        His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix’d in him, that nature might stand up
And say to all the world, “This was a man!”
  346
        His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for’s power to thunder. His heart’s his mouth;
What his breast forges that his tongue must vent.
  347
        His overthrow heap’d happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little.
  348
        His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
  349
        His silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men’s voices to commend our deeds;
It shall be said his judgment rul’d our hands;
Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his gravity.
  350
        His virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off.
  351
        His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;
His tears pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
  352
        His years are younger, but his experience old;
His head unmellow’d, but his judgment ripe;
And in a word (for far behind his worth
Come all the praises that I now bestow)
He is complete in feature and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
  353
        Honor travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path.
  354
        How can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance.
  355
        How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence
They have their nourishment?
  356
        How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
  357
        How hast thou purchased this experience?
By my penny of observation.
  358
        How like a winter hath my absence been
  From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
  What old December’s bareness everywhere.
  359
        How long a time lies in one little word!
Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
  360
        How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown.
  361
        How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk.
  362
        How many things by season seasoned are
To their right praise, and true perfection!
  363
        How my achievements mock me!
I will go meet them.
  364
        How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.
  365
        How oft, when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death.
  366
        How poor are they who have not patience!
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees?
  367
        How pregnant, sometimes, his replies are!
A happiness that often madness hits on,
Which sanity and reason could not be
So prosp’rously deliv’r’d of.
  368
        How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry:
For this they have engrossed and pil’d up
The canker’d heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises.
  369
        How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
To have a thankless child.
  370
        How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
  371
        How slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
Like to a stepdame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man’s revenue.
  372
        How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms!
  373
        How sour sweet music is,
When time is broke, and no proportion kept!
  374
        How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And, to the nightingale’s complaining notes,
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
  375
        How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fye on’t! oh, fye! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature,
Possess it merely.
  376
        How, in one house,
Should many people, under two commands
Hold amity? ’Tis hard; almost impossible.
  377
        Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
  378
        Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky;
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars,
That have consented unto Henry’s death!
  379
        I ’gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o’ the world were now undone.
  380
        “I am a gentleman.” I’ll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon.
  381
        I am a man
More sinned against than sinning.
  382
        I am as true as truth’s simplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.
  383
        I am asham’d, that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
  384
        I am declined
Into the vale of years.
  385
        I am disgrac’d, impeach’d, and baffled here;
Pierc’d to the soul with slander’s venom’d spear.
  386
        I am giddy; expectation whirls me ’round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.
  387
        I am glad to see you well;
Horatio,—or I do forget myself.
  388
        I am misanthropos, and hate mankind,
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.
  389
        I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honor
I am the most offending soul alive.
  390
        I am not mad; I would to heaven I were!
For then, ’tis like I should forget myself;
O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
  391
        I am one … whom the foul blows …
Have so incensed, that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
                And I another,
So weary with disaster, tugg’d with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance
To mend it, or be rid of it.
  392
        I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens’d that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
  393
        I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
  394
        I am thy father’s spirit;
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night
And, for the day, confin’d to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg’d away.
  395
        I beseech you,
Wrest once the law to your authority:
To do a great right, do a little wrong.
  396
        I can call up spirits from the vasty deep.—
——Why so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come, when you do call for them?
  397
        I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion.
  398
        I cannot but remember such things were
That were most precious to me.
  399
        I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
  400
        I cannot weep; for all my body’s moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart.
  401
        I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.
  402
        I confess it is my nature’s plague
To spy into abuses; and, oft, my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not.
  403
        I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
  404
        I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Due reference of place, and exhibition;
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.
  405
        I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
  406
        I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc’d me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
  407
        I do defy him, and I spit at him;
Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:
Which to maintain I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps.
  408
        I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life.
  409
        I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
  410
        I do present you with a man of mine,
Cunning in music and the mathematics,
To instruct her fully in those sciences.
  411
        I do remember an apothecary,—
And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted
In tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
  412
        I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,
(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think),
And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips
That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.
  413
        I drew this gallant head of war,
And cull’d these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest and to win renown
Even in the jaws of danger and of death.
  414
        I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
If any wretch hath put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse!
For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
There’s no man happy: the purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.
  415
        I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name.
  416
        I grant I am a woman; but, withal,
A woman that lord Brutus took to wife;
I grant I am a woman; but, withal,
A woman well reputed; Cato’s daughter,
Think you, I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father’d and so husbanded?
  417
        I had a thing to say,
But I will fit it with some better time.
  418
        I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
  419
        I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
  420
        I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn’d,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
’Tis like the forc’d gait of a shuffling nag.
  421
        I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
  422
        I hate him for he is a Christian:
But more, for that, in low simplicity,
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
  423
        I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
  424
        I have a letter from her
Of such contents as you will wonder at
The mirth whereof so larded with my matter,
That neither singly can be manifested,
Without the show of both.
  425
        I have heard
That guilty creatures sitting at a play,
Have, by the very cunning of the scene,
Been struck so to the soul that presently
They have proclaim’d their malefactions;
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
  426
        I have mark’d
A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear’d a fire,
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth.
  427
        I have neither the scholar’s melancholy,
Which is emulation; nor the musician’s,
Which is fantastical; nor the courtier’s,
Which is pride; nor the soldier’s, which is
Ambition; nor the lawyer’s, which is politic;
Nor the lady’s, which is nice; nor the lover’s,
Which is all these: but it is a melancholy
Of mine own; compounded of many simples,
Extracted from many objects, and, indeed,
The sundry contemplation of my travels;
In which my often rumination wraps me
In a most hum’rous sadness.
  428
        I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Nor actions, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men’s blood: I only speak right on.
  429
        I have no other but a woman’s reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.
  430
        I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.
  431
        ——I have seen corruption boil and bubble
’Till it o’errun the stew.
  432
        I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv’d the knotty oaks, and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds
But never till tonight, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
  433
        I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind
To hear him speak: the matrons flung their gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs,
Upon him as he pass’d: the nobles bended,
As to Jove’s statue; and the commons made
A shower and thunder, with their caps and shouts:
I never saw the like.
  434
        I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o’er his doom.
  435
        I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;
*  *  *  I have sworn thee fair.
  436
        I have that within which passeth show;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
  437
        I have this while with leaden thoughts been press’d;
But I shall, in a more continuate time,
Strike off this score of absence.
  438
        I have ventur’d,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me.
  439
        I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,
Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:
But sorrow, that is couch’d in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
  440
        I have
Immortal longings in me.
  441
        I hold it cowardice,
To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart
Hath pawn’d an open hand in sign of love.
  442
        I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano:
A stage where every man must play a part.
  443
        I knew him tyrannous, and tyrants’ fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years.
  444
        I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.
  445
        I know them, yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple;
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys,
That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander,
Go antickly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst;
And this is all.
  446
        I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
  447
        I pr’ythee take thy fingers from my throat;
Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear: away thy hand.
  448
        I pray thee cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve.
  449
        I pray you, let none of your people stir me;
I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
  450
        I profess not talking: only this,
Let each man do his best.
  451
        I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d,
Than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar.
  452
        I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid’s music.
  453
        I saw a thousand fearful wracks:
A thousand men that fishes gnaw’d upon:
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter’d in the bottom of the sea.
Some lay in dead men’s skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,
As ’twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
That woo’d the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mock’d the dead bones that lay scatter’d by.
  454
        I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; be trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him.
  455
        I see my reputation is at stake:
My fame is shrewdly gor’d.
  456
        I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
  457
        I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
  458
        I so lively acted with my tears
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly.
  459
        I swear, ’t is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk’d up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
  460
        I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove’s down, and as white as it;
Or Ethiopian’s tooth, or the fann’d snow,
That’s bolted by the northern blast twice o’er.
  461
        I thank you for your voices: thank you:
Your most sweet voices.
  462
        I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
And that’s a feeling disputation.
  463
        I well believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee.
  464
        I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
Diet his sickness, for it is my office.
  465
        I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devis’d this slander.
  466
        I will fasten on this sleeve of thine;
Thou art an elm, my husband, I, a vine.
  467
        I will go root away
The noisome weeds which without profit suck
The soil’s fertility from wholesome flowers.
  468
        I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits,
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
  469
        I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at; I am not what I am.
  470
        I’ll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain some score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
  471
        I’ll example you with thievery:
The sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea: the moon’s an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears: the earth’s a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing’s a thief.
  472
        I’ll give thrice so much land,
To any well deserving friend;
But in the way of bargain, mark me,
I’ll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
  473
        I’ll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
And would my father had left me no more!
For all the rest is held at such a rate,
As brings a thousandfold more care to keep,
Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
  474
        I’ll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
  475
        I’ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace.
  476
        I’ll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath;
Who shuns not to break one, will sure crack both.
  477
        If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
  478
        If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the centre.
  479
        If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
  480
        If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
  481
        If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
He’ll be as full of quarrel and offense
As my young mistress’ dog.
  482
        If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, “This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.”
  483
        If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
And in thy sight to die, what were it else
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
*        *        *        *        *
To die by thee were but to die in jest;
From thee to die were torture more than death.
  484
        If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
  485
        If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well
It were done quickly.
  486
        If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.
  487
        If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink’d at, how shall we stretch our eye
When capital crimes, chew’d, swallow’d, and digested,
Appear before us?
  488
        If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it.
  489
        If she do frown, ’tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, ’tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For—get you gone—she doth not mean—away.
  490
        If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
  491
        If them deny’st it, twenty times thou liest;
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier’s point.
  492
        If they perceive dissension in our looks
And that within ourselves we disagree,
How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
To wilful disobedience and rebel!
  493
        If this letter move him not, his legs cannot,
I’ll give ’t him.
  494
        If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,
Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,
I’ll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime,
Or I’ll so maul you and your toasting-iron,
That you shall think the devil has come from hell.
  495
        If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
  496
        If you bethink yourself of any crime
Unreconcil’d as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit for it straight.
  497
        If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow, and which will not;
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.
  498
        If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good.
To make a perfect woman, she you kill’d
Would be unparallel’d.
  499
        In cases of defence, ’tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems;
So the proportions of defence are fill’d;
Which of a weak and niggardly projection
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting a little cloth.
  500
        In each cheek appears a pretty dimple;
Love made those hollows; if himself were slain
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love lived, and there he could not die.
  501
        In her days, every man shall eat in safety,
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry song of peace to all his neighbours.
  502
        In his livery
Walk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropp’d from his pocket.
  503
        In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, then wisdom finds a way.
  504
        In nature there’s no blemish but the mind;
None can be call’d deform’d but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks, o’er-flourish’d by the devil.
  505
        In persons grafted in a serious trust,
Negligence is a crime.
  506
        In silence sad,
Trip we after the night’s shade;
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand’ring moon.
  507
        In that day’s feats,
*        *        *        *        *
He prov’d best man i’ the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak.
  508
        In the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells.
  509
        In those holy fields,
Over whose acres walk’d those blessed feet
Which, fourteen hundred years ago were nail’d
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
  510
        Instructed by the antiquary times,
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.
  511
        Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wann’d.
  512
        It deserves with characters of brass,
A forted residence, ’gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
  513
        It is a custom,
More honor’d in the breach than the observance.
  514
        It is a good divine that follows his
Own instructions; I can easier teach twenty
What were good to be done, than be one
Of the twenty to follow mine own teaching:
The brain may devise laws for the blood; but
A hot temper leaps o’er a cold decree.
  515
        It is a great sin to swear unto a sin,
But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
  516
        It is a quarrel most unnatural,
To be reveng’d on him that loveth thee.
  517
        It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s,
When mercy seasons justice.
  518
        It is not so with Him that all things knows
As ’tis with us that square our guess by shows:
But most it is presumption in us when
The help of heaven we count the act of men.
  519
        It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
  520
        It was about to speak, when the cock crew,
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
  521
        Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
  And merrily bent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
  Your sad tires in a mile-a.
  522
        Joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow.
  523
        Jumping o’er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hourglass.
  524
        Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love.
  525
        Kings and mightiest potentates must die,
For that’s the end of human misery.
  526
        Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun;
For aye to be in shady cloister mewed;
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.
  527
        Know’st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
  528
        Lay her i’ the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!
  529
        Lay on, Macduff,
And damn’d be him that first cries “Hold, enough!”
  530
        Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down,
And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned custom have not braz’d it so,
That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
  531
        Lend thy serious hearing to what I shall unfold.
  532
        Let but the commons hear this testament—
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar’s wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.
  533
        Let come what will, I mean to bear it out,
And either live with glorious victory,
Or die with fame, renown’d for chivalry:
He is not worthy of the honey-comb,
That shuns the hive because the bees have stings.
  534
        Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register’d upon our brazen tombs.
  535
        Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
  536
        Let me play the fool
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
  537
        Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm.
  538
        Let never day nor night unhallow’d pass,
But still remember what the Lord has done.
  539
        Let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been depos’d, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos’d,
Some poison’d by their wives, some sleeping kill’d,
All murder’d.
  540
        Let’s choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
  541
        Let’s march without the noise of threat’ning drum.
  542
        Let’s take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick’st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.
  543
        Let’s teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.
  544
        Life’s but a walking shadow—a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
  545
        Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
  546
        Like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.
  547
        Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
  548
        Like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
  549
        Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and flourished,
I’ll hang my head, and perish.
  550
        Like to the time o’ the year between the extremes
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
  551
        Live loath’d and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time’s flies,
Cap and knee slaves, vapors, and minute jacks.
  552
        Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish’d gold.
  553
        Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown.
  554
        Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
  555
        Look how the floor of Heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims:
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Both grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
  556
        Look to her, Moor; if thou hast eyes to see:
She has deceiv’d her father, and may thee.
  557
        Look, the gentle day,
Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.
  558
        Look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
  559
        Look, the world’s comforter, with weary gait,
His day’s hot task hath ended in the west:
The owl, night’s herald, shrieks—’tis very late;
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;
And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven’s light,
Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
  560
        Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul,
Holding the eternal spirit against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath.
  561
        Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetite
Is more to bread than stone.
  562
        Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
Under thy own life’s key: be check’d for silence,
But never tax’d for speech.
  563
        Love and meekness, lord,
Become a churchman better than ambition:
Win straying souls with modesty again,
Cast none away.
  564
        Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d, a sea nourished with loving tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
  565
        Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved;—
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
  566
        Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.
  567
        Love’s heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sunbeams,
Driving back shadows over lowering hills.
  568
        Lowliness is young ambition’s ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
And when he once obtains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
  569
        Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
  570
        Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing.
  571
        Make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.
  572
        Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
Beauty within itself should not be wasted:
Fair flowers, that are not gather’d in their prime
Rot and consume themselves in little time.
  573
        Making that idiot, laughter, keep men’s eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment.
  574
        Man, proud man!
Dress’d in a little brief authority:
Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d.
His glassy essence—like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep.
  575
        Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
  576
        May he be suffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
  577
        May never glorious sun reflex his beams
Upon the country where you make abode!
But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
Environ you till mischief and despair
Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves.
  578
        May that soldier a mere recreant prove
That means not, hath not, or is not in love!
  579
        Mean and mighty, rotting
Together, have one dust.
  580
        Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view.
  581
        Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves.
  582
        Men must endure their going hence,
Even as their coming hither.
  583
        Men should be what they seem;
Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
  584
        Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been; ’tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.
  585
        Men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages:
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
  586
        Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
  587
        Merciful heaven!
Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Split’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the soft myrtle.
  588
        Minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
Pass’d over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this!
  589
        Modest doubt is call’d
The beacon of the wise.
  590
        More strange than true. I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
  591
        More water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of.
  592
        Most fair,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
Such as will enter at a lady’s ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
  593
        Murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
  594
        Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there’s an end.
  595
        My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck’d with diamonds, and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: my crown is call’d content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
  596
        My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
  597
        My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
  598
        My lord shall never rest:
I’ll watch him, tame and talk him out of patience:
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift.
  599
        My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak; yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant, I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
  600
        My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty;
To you, I am bound for life and education;
My life and education both do learn me
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty;
I am hitherto your daughter: But here’s my husband.
  601
        My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
  602
        My resolution’s plac’d, and I have nothing
Of woman in me: Now from head to foot
I am marble-constant.
  603
        My salad days;
When I was green in judgment.
  604
        My tongue’s use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp.
  605
        My way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
  606
        My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Two traded pilots ’twixt the dangerous shores
Of will and judgment.
  607
        My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
  608
        Myself, myself confound!
Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor night, thy rest!
Be opposite all planets of good luck
To my proceeding, if, with pure heart’s love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
  609
        Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that;
You take my house, when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life,
When you do take the means whereby I live.
  610
        Nay, then, farewell!
I have touch’d the highest point of all my greatness;
And from that full meridian of my glory,
I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.
  611
        Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
  612
        Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper’d with Love’s sighs.
  613
        Never give her o’er;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, ’tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you;
If she do chide, ’tis not to have you gone,
For why, the fools are mad if left alone.
  614
        New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let ’em be unmanly, yet are followed.
  615
        Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
  616
        Night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wand’ring here and there,
Troop home to churchyards.
  617
        No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled.
  618
        No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure ’scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes: what king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
  619
        No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
  620
        No, no! I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceived, my substance is not here.
  621
        Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile:
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
  622
        Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse.
  623
        Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king:
The breath of worldly men cannot depose
The deputy elected by the Lord.
  624
        Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow’dst yesterday.
  625
        Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.
  626
        Nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain’d from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometime ’s by action dignified!
  627
        Now ’tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they’ll o’ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
  628
        Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now thrive the armorers, and honor’s thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
  629
        Now for the bare-pick’d bone of majesty
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
  630
        Now from head to foot
I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon
Ho planet is of mine.
  631
        Now God be praised, that to believing souls,
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
  632
        Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both.
  633
        Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lower’d upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
  634
        Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth its sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide.
  635
        Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt!
  636
        Now spurs the lated traveler apace
To gain the timely inn.
  637
        Now the time is come,
That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest,
And let her head fall into England’s lap.
  638
        Now the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
  639
        Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath fram’d strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,
And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper;
And other of such vinegar aspect,
That they’ll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
  640
        Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry.
  641
        Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night;
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
  642
        Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
  643
        O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
  644
        O comfort-killing Night, image of hell!
Dim register and notary of shame!
Black stage for tragedies and murders fell!
Vast, sin-concealing chaos! nurse of blame!
Blind, muffled bawd! dark harbor for defame!
Grim cave of death! whispering conspirator
With close-tongued treason and the ravisher!
  645
        O conspiracy!
Shams’t thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O, then by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy,
Hide it in smiles and affability:
For if thou put thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.
  646
        O dishonest wretch!
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
  647
        O England!—model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart.
  648
        O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
  649
        O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully,
Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world.
  650
        O God, Thy arm was here;
And not to us, but to Thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all!
  651
        O hateful Error, Melancholy’s child!
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error, soon conceiv’d,
Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
But kill’st the mother that engender’d thee.
  652
        O heavens! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolutions of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent,
(Weary of solid firmness,) melt itself
Into the sea.
  653
        O if this were seen!
The happiest youth—viewing his progress through
What perils past, what crosses to ensue—
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
  654
        O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!
  655
        O Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown,
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnaw’d upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered in the bottom of the sea;
Some lay in dead men’s skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As ’twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.
  656
        O monstrous arrogance, thou liest, thou thread,
Thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket, thou:—
Brav’d in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv’st!
  657
        O most delicate fiend!
Who is’t can read a woman?
  658
        O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
’T is like a pardon after execution:
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur’d me,
But now I’m past all comfort here but prayers.
  659
        O my prophetic soul!
My uncle!
  660
        O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.
  661
        O place and greatness! millions of false eyes
Are stuck upon thee; volumes of reports
Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings: thousand escapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dream,
And wrack thee in their fancies.
  662
        O polish’d perturbation! golden care!
That keep’st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
Snores out the watch of night.
  663
        O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her;
And be her sense but as a monument.
  664
        O that my tongue were in the thunder’s mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world.
  665
        O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
’Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
Of hymen’s purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian’s lip! thou visible god,
That solder’st close impossibilities,
And mak’st them kiss! and speak’st with every tongue,
To every purpose!
  666
        O thou who dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;
Lest growing ruinous the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was.
  667
        O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock’d;
Treachery! seek it out.
  668
        O war, thou son of hell,
Whom angry heav’ns do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance!—Let no soldier fly;
He that is truly dedicate to war
Hath no self-love: nor he that loves himself.
  669
        O what a world of vile ill-favour’d faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
  670
        O, ’tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned’st body to invest and cover
In princely guards.
  671
        O, answer me:
Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell,
Why thy canoniz’d bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn’d,
Hath op’d his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again?
  672
        O, he sits high in all the people’s hearts:
And that, which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
  673
        O, he’s a limb, that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
  674
        O, he’s as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house; I had rather live
With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any summer-house in Christendom.
  675
        O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion him?
  676
        O, how much more doth Beauty beauteous seem,
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem,
For that sweet odor which doth in it live.
  677
        O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow.
  678
        O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
  Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
  Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
  Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
  Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
  679
        O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes’ favors!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars and women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
  680
        O, I cry your mercy;
There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine.
  681
        O, I have lost my reputation!
I have lost the immortal part of myself
And what remains is bestial.
  682
        O, I have suffer’d
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash’d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish’d.
  683
        O, it is excellent
To have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
  684
        O, mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
  685
        O, my Antonio, I do know of these,
That therefore only are reputed wise,
For saying nothing.
  686
        O, she is fallen
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again.
  687
        O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
  688
        O, that a man might know
The end of this day’s business, ere it come,
But it sufficeth that the day will end;
And then the end is known.
  689
        O, that a mighty man of such descent,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
  690
        O, that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv’d corruptly! and that dear honour
Were purchas’d by the merit of the wearer!
How many then should cover, that stand bare?
How many be commanded, that command?
How much low peasantry would then be glean’d
From the true seed of honour? and how much honour
Pick’d from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnish’d?
  691
        O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
  692
        O, that the slave had forty thousand lives;
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
  693
        O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the forefinger of an alderman.
  694
        O, what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot,
And all things turn to fair that eyes can see!
  695
        O, what a world is this, when what is comely,
Envenoms him that bears it!
  696
        O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
  697
        O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side.
  698
        O! he’s as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house;—I had rather live
With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me
In any summer house in Christendom.
  699
        Oft Expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises.
  700
        Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind
And makes it fearful and degenerate.
  701
        Oftentimes, excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse;
As patches, set upon a little breach,
Discredit more in hiding of the fault,
Than did the fault before it was so patched.
  702
        Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.
  703
        Oh, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
To prison, eyes, ne’er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
  704
        Oh, how this spring of life resembleth
  The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
  And, by and by, a cloud takes all away!
  705
        Oh! I have past a miserable night!
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though ’t were to buy a world of happy days!
  706
        On your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference ’twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harness’d team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
  707
        Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
  708
        One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
  709
        One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.
  710
        One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow.
  711
        One, whose subdu’d eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.
  712
        Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
  713
        Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
  714
        Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush suppos’d a bear!
  715
        Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
  716
        Ornament is but the gilded shore
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian; beauty, in a word,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest.
  717
        Orpheus’ lute was strung with poets’ sinews;
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones;
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
  718
        Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armor all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason will our hearts should be as good.
  719
        Our courteous Antony,
*        *        *        *        *
Being barber’d ten times o’er, goes to the feast.
  720
        Our doubts are traitors
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
  721
        Our poesy is as a Gum, which oozes
From whence ’tis nourish’d; The fire i’ the flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle Flame
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chafes.
  722
        Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For ’tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
  723
        Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heav’n. The fated sky
Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
  724
        Our revels now are ended. These, our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
  725
        Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
  726
        Pacing through the forest,
Chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy.
  727
        Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
  728
        Pleasure and revenge
Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Of any true decision.
  729
        Poise the cause in justice’s equal scales,
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
  730
        Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat that they taste!—
Their softest touch as smart as lizards’ stings!
Their music frightful as the serpent’s hiss!
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
  731
        Poor naked wretches, wheresoever you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? Oh, I have ta’en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may’st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.
  732
        Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness’ favor, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep’d in favors.
  733
        Portia, adieu! I have too griev’d a heart
To take a tedious leave.
  734
        Praising what is lost,
Makes the remembrance dear.
  735
        Press not a falling man too far; ’tis virtue:
His faults lie open to the laws; let them,
Not you, correct him.
  736
        Presume not that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turned away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
  737
        Princes have but their titles for their glories,
An outward honor for an inward toil;
And, for unfelt imaginations,
They often feel a world of restless cares.
  738
        Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries.
  739
        Put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
  740
        Rather let my head
Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
Save to the God of heaven and to my king.
  741
        Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,
And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen;
Examine every several lineament,
*        *        *        *        *
And what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,
Find written in the margin of his eyes.
  742
        Reason thus with life;
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
(Servile to all the skiey influences,)
That dost this habitation, where thou keep’st,
Hourly afflict.
  743
        Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records.
  744
        Report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
  745
        Riveted,
Screwed to my memory.
  746
        Robes and furr’d gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw doth pierce it.
  747
        Rude am I in my speech,
And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years’ pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us’d
Their dearest action in the tented field,
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself.
  748
        Rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words,
With better appetite.
  749
        Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear’d.
  750
        Saint Valentine is past;
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
  751
        Say she be mute and will not speak a word;
Then I’ll commend her volubility,
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
  752
        Say that she rail, why then I’ll tell her plain
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale;
Say that she frown; I’ll say she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash’d with dew;
Say she be mute and will not speak a word;
Then I’ll commend her volubility,
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
  753
        Say that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write till your ink be dry and with your tears
Moist it again, and frame some feeling line,
That may discover such integrity.
  754
        Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct her youth.  *  *  *
  *  *  *  To cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing up.
  755
        See the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live.
  756
        See where she comes, apparell’d like the spring;
Graces her subjects.
  757
        See, see what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.
  758
        See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
He that but fears the thing he would not know,
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others’ eyes,
That what he feared is chanced.
  759
        See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let’s be red with mirth.
  760
        Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock’d himself, and scorn’d his spirit
That could be mov’d to smile at anything.
  761
        Set honor in one eye, and death i’ the other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For, let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honor more than I fear death.
  762
        Shadows tonight
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
  763
        Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
And look on death itself!
  764
        Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute “shall”?
  765
        Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
Numb’ring our Ave Marias with our beads?
Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
Tell our devotion with revengeful arms.
  766
        Shall we upon the footing of our land
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive?
  767
        She bids you
Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference ’twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference ’twixt day and night.
  768
        She came adorned hither like sweet May.
  769
        She had a good opinion of advice,
  Like all who give and eke receive it gratis,
For which small thanks are still the market price,
  Even when the article at highest rate is.
  770
        She hath prosperous art
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade.
  771
        She hath tied
Sharp-tooth’d inkindness, like a vulture here.
  772
        She in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any princess of the world.
  773
        She is a woman, therefore may be woo’d;
She is a woman, therefore may be won.
  774
        She is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar and the rocks pure gold.
  775
        She is peevish, sullen, froward,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding that she is my child,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father.
  776
        She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat, like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
  777
        She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart, which I have given already,
But not deliver’d.
  778
        She shall watch all night:
And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
  779
        She wish’d she had not heard it, yet she wish’d
That heaven had made her such a man: She thank’d me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov’d her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story
And that would woo her.
  780
        She’s not well married, that lives married long;
But she’s best married, that dies married young.
  781
        Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.
  782
        Shortly his fortune shall be lifted higher;
True industry doth kindle honour’s fire.
  783
        Show you sweet Cæsar’s wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.
  784
        Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
  Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore;
  To one thing constant never.
  785
        Silence is only commendable
In a neat’s tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.
  786
        Silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
  787
        Since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.
  788
        Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There’s many a gentle person made a Jack.
  789
        Since you will buckle fortune on thy back,
To bear her burden whe’r I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load.
  790
        Sir, you are very welcome to our house:
It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
  791
        Slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.
  792
        Slander’d to death by villains,
That dare as well answer a man indeed
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!
  793
        Slander’s mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air,
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater.
  794
        Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
  795
        Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
  796
        Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he harbors treason.
The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb.
  797
        So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.
  798
        So Judas kiss’d his Master,
And cried—All hail! when as he meant—all harm.
  799
        So many hours must I take my rest;
So many hours must I contemplate.
  800
        So many miseries have craz’d my voice,
That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
  801
        So smile the Heavens upon this holy act
That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
  802
        So study evermore is overshot;
While it doth study to have what it would
It doth forget to do the thing it should,
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
’Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.
  803
        So tedious is this day,
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child, that hath new robes,
And may not wear them.
  804
        So they
Doubly redoubled strokes.
  805
        So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
  806
        So weary with disasters tugg’d with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend, or be rid on ’t.
  807
        So work the honey-bees;
Creatures, that by a rule in nature teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king and officers of sorts;
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer’s velvet buds;
Which pillage they, with merry march, bring home,
To the tent royal of their emperor;
Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The sad-ey’d justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o’er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.
  808
        Some Grief shows much of Love;
But much of Grief shows still some want of Wit.
  809
        Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Treason’s true bed and yielder up of breath.
  810
        Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall;
Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none:
And some condemned for a fault alone.
  811
        Some say, that ever ’gainst that season comes,
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then, they say no spirit can walk abroad,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.
  812
        Some there be that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow’s bliss.
  813
        Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower’d citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;
They are black vesper’s pageants.
  814
        Sometimes she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathoms deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes,
And, being thus frighted, swears, a prayer or two,
And sleeps again.
  815
        Sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.
  816
        Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish;
A vapour, sometimes, like a bear or lion,
A tower’d citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon’t, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air.
  817
        Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,—
Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
  818
        Sorrow conceal’d, like an oven stopp’d,
Doth burn the heart to cinders.
  819
        Sound trumpets! let our bloody colors wave!
And either victory, or else a grave.
  820
        Speak no more:
Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
  821
        Spirits are not finely touched
But to fine issues.
  822
        Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone?
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
  823
        Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
  824
        Stealing her soul with many vows of faith;
And ne’er a true one.
  825
        Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s,
Thy God’s, and truth’s.
  826
        Study is like the heaven’s glorious sun,
That will not be deep-search’d with saucy looks,
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others’ books.
  827
        Such a house broke!
So noble a master fallen! All gone and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm
And go along with him.
  828
        Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And, when she’s froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
  829
        Superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.
  830
        Sure, He that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unus’d.
  831
        Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
  832
        Sweet are the uses of adversity;
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
  833
        Sweet fellowship in shame!
One drunkard loves another of the name.
  834
        Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
  835
        Sweets to the sweet; farewell.
  836
        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.
  837
        Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For, “get you gone,” she doth not mean, “away.”
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne’er so black, say they have angels’ faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
  838
        Take, O take those lips away,
  That so sweetly were foresworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
  Lights that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.
  839
        Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
  840
        Tell me, he that knows,
*        *        *        *        *
Why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war:
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week:
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day;
Who is’t that can inform me?
  841
        Tellest thou me of “ifs”? Thou art a traitor:
Off with his head!
  842
        Thanks to men
Of noble minds, is honorable meed.
  843
        That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
  844
        That he is mad, ’tis true; ’tis true, ’tis pity;
And pity ’tis ’tis true.
  845
        That in the captain’s but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
  846
        That instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation.
  847
        That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
  848
        That what he will he does, and does so much
That proof is call’d impossibility.
  849
        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 show us
While it was ours.
  850
        That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack, when it begins to rain,
And leave thee in a storm.
  851
        The adage must be verified—
That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.
  852
        The armorers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
  853
        The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d thorne,
Burn’d on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.
  854
        The bay-trees in our country all are wither’d
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-fac’d moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look’d prophets whisper fearful change;
Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap,
The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
The other to enjoy by rage and war.
  855
        The big round tears
Cours’d one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.
  856
        The breach of custom
Is breach of all.
  857
        The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
And ready mounted are they to spit forth
Their iron indignation ’gainst your walls.
  858
        The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
“Now the king drinks to Hamlet.”
  859
        The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
  860
        The chariest maid is prodigal enough
If she unveil her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the Spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed;
And in the morn and liquid dew of Youth,
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then: best safety lies in fear.
  861
        The cheek
Is apter than the tongue to tell an errand.
  862
        The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
  863
        The color of the king doth come and go,
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds ’twixt two dreadful battles set:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
  864
        The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil’d the earth.
  865
        The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And Nature must obey necessity.
  866
        The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart;
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
  867
        The dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
  868
        The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.
  869
        The eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune, with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
  870
        The end crowns all;
And that old common arbitrator, time,
Will one day end it.
  871
        The error of our eye directs our mind:
What error leads must err.
  872
        The eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
  873
        The fire i’ the flint
Shows not till it be struck.
  874
        The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them.
  875
        The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with Grace,
For there it revels, and when that decays,
The guilty Rebel for remission prays.
  876
        The flighty purpose never is o’ertook,
Unless the deed go with it.
  877
        The fool hath planted in his memory
An army of good words; and I do know
A many fools that stand in better place,
Garnish’d like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter.
  878
        The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers.
  879
        The glorious sun
Stays in his course and plays the alchemist,
Turning with splendor of his precious eye
The meager cloddy earth to glittering gold.
  880
        The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous, to the frighted fields.
  881
        The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr’d
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
  882
        The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
  883
        The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day’s path, and Titan’s fiery wheels.
  884
        The heart hath treble wrong
When it is barr’d the aidance of the tongue.
  885
        The hearts
Of all his people shall revolt from him,
And kiss the lips of unacquainted change.
  886
        The heavenly-harness’d team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
  887
        The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office, and custom, in all line of order.
  888
        The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,
That it had it head bit off by it young.
  889
        The hour before the heavenly-harness’d team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
  890
        The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve;
Lovers, to bed; ’tis almost fairy time.
  891
        The jury, passing on the prisoner’s life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.
  892
        The king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them; but abound
In the division of each several crime,
Acting in many ways.
  893
        The king’s name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse party want.
  894
        The ladies call him sweet;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.
  895
        The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast,
Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
  896
        The liquid drops of tears that you have shed
Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl,
Advantaging their loan with interest
Of ten times double gain of happiness.
  897
        The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
  898
        The man that once did sell the lion’s skin
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.
  899
        The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
That makes him honor’d, or begets him Hate:
For greatest Scandal waits on greatest state.
The Moon, being clouded presently is miss’d,
But little Stars may hide them when they list.
The crow may clothe his coal-black wings in mire,
And unperceived fly with the filth away;
But if the like the snow-white swan desire,
The stain upon his silver down will stay.
Poor grooms are sightless night, Kings glorious day.
Gnats are unnoted whereso’er they fly,
But eagles gazed upon with every eye.
  900
        The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear.
  901
        The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.
  902
        The morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness.
  903
        The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him.
  904
        The native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
  905
        The night of sorrow now is turn’d to day,
Her two blue windows faintly she upheaveth,
Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array
He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth;
And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
So is her face illumined with her eye.
  906
        The nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
And down goes all before them.
  907
        The play’s the thing
Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
  908
        The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
  909
        The presence of a king engenders love
Amongst his subjects, and his royal friends.
  910
        The private wound is deepest: O time most accurs’d
’Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst.
  911
        The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
  912
        The quality of mercy is not strain’d;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless’d;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes;
’Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
  913
        The robb’d that smiles steals something from the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
  914
        The sands are number’d, that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
  915
        The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike.
  916
        The sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn’d,
Hath op’d his ponderous and marble jaws.
  917
        The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last.
  918
        The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
  919
        The skies are painted with unnumber’d sparks,
They are all fire and every one doth shine,
But there’s but one in all doth hold his place.
  920
        The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
  921
        The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
  922
        The spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
  923
        The strawberry grows underneath the nettle
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbour’d by fruit of baser quality.
  924
        The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,
  Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
  The basest weed outbraves his dignity;
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
  925
        The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
But for the end it works to.
  926
        The sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor!
  927
        The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours,
Even in the moment that we call them ours.
  928
        The thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc’d
The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.
  929
        The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears,
That tide will stay me longer than I should.
  930
        The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
  As is the razor’s edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen
  Above the sense of sense; so sensible
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings
Fleeter than arrow, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
  931
        The torrent roar’d; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
  932
        The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
  933
        The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
  934
        The venom clamours of a jealous woman
Poison more deadly than a mad-dog’s tooth.
  935
        The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.
  936
        The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
To gain the timely inn.
  937
        The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
  938
        The world is still deceiv’d with ornament,
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being season’d with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
  939
        The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the wise, the ’tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.
  940
        The year growing ancient,
Nor yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter.
  941
        Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which in their summer beauty kiss’d each other.
  942
        Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
  943
        Then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honeydew
Upon a gather’d lily almost wither’d.
  944
        Then know, that I have little wealth to lose;
A man I am cross’d with adversity.
  945
        Then shall our names
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
*        *        *        *        *
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
  946
        Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
  947
        Then with the losers let it sympathize;
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
  948
        Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
Which his aspiring rider seem’d to know,
With slow but stately pace kept on his course;
While all tongues cry’d, God save thee, Bolingbroke,
You would have thought the very windows spake
So many greedy looks of young and old
Through casements darted their desiring eyes
Upon his visage.
  949
        Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
  950
        There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
  951
        There are a sort of men, whose visages
Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond;
And do a willful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;
As who should say, I am sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
  952
        There grows
In my most ill-compos’d affection such
A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands.
  953
        There is a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.
  954
        There is a history in all men’s lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceas’d,
The which observed, a man may prophesy
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
  955
        There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold.
  956
        There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
  957
        There is no creature loves me;
And if I die no soul shall pity me.
  958
        There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on its outward parts.
  959
        There is not such a word
Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
  960
        There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
  961
        There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour moisten’d.
  962
        There’s a Divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them as we will.
  963
        There’s a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
  964
        There’s husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.
  965
        There’s in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For being not propped up by ancestry whose grace
Chalks successors their way; nor called upon
For high feats done to the crown; neither allied
To eminent assistants; but, spider-like,
Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note;
The force of his own merit makes his way;
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next to a king.
  966
        There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face.
  967
        There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with’t.
  968
        There’s such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would.
  969
        These earthly god-fathers of heaven’s lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
  970
        These high wild hills and rough uneven ways,
Draw out our miles and make them wearisome;
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
  971
        These should be hours for necessities,
Not for delights; times to repair our nature
With comforting repose, and not for us
To waste these times.
  972
        These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.
  973
        They are as gentle
As zephyrs blowing below the violet.
  974
        They bore him barefac’d on the bier;
*        *        *        *        *
And in his grave rain’d many a tear.
  975
        They more or less came in with cap and knee,
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;
Attended him on bridges, stood on lanes,
Laid gifts before him, proffer’d him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs: as pages follow’d him,
Even at his heels, in golden multitudes.
  976
        They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better,
For being a little bad.
  977
        They say, the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention, like deep harmony;
Where words are scarce, they’re seldom spent in vain;
For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain.
  978
        They spake not a word;
But like dumb statues or breathless stones,
Star’d on each other, and look’d deadly pale.
  979
        They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them;
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
  980
        They threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o’ the moon,
Shouting their emulation.
  981
        Thieves for their robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves.
  982
        Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
To what they were before.
  983
        Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear;
Things done without example, in their issue
Are to be feared.
  984
        Things without remedy,
Should be without regard: what’s done is done.
  985
        Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puff’d up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets’ clang
And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue?
  986
        This act is an ancient tale new told;
And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
Being urged at a time unseasonable.
  987
        This day hath made
Much work for tears in many a English mother,
Whose sons lie scatter’d on the bleeding ground;
Many a widow’s husband grovelling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolor’d earth.
  988
        This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
  989
        This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peace,
And utters it again when Jove doth please;
He is wit’s peddler.
  990
        This is all as true as it is strange;
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To th’ end of reckoning.
  991
        This is he
That kiss’d away his hand in courtesy;
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honorable terms; nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly; and in ushering,
Mend him who can; the ladies call him, sweet;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.
  992
        This is some fellow,
Who having been prais’d for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb,
Quite from his nature: he can’t flatter, he!
An honest mind and plain,—he must speak truth!
And they will take it so; if not he’s plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
Harbor more craft, and far corrupter ends,
Than twenty silly, ducking observants,
That stretch their duty nicely.
  993
        This is the fairy land; O spite of spites,
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.
  994
        This is the state of man: To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root
And then he falls, as I do.
  995
        This is the very coinage of your brain;
This bodiless creation ecstasy.
  996
        This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world.
  997
        This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands;
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
  998
        This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea.
  999
        This senior junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid:
Regent of love rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
  1000
        This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
  1001
        This sorrow’s heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love.
  1002
        This the soldier’s life,
To have their balmy slumbers wak’d with strife.
  1003
        This token serveth for a flag of truce
Betwixt ourselves and all our followers.
  1004
        This world is not for aye, nor ’tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change.
  1005
        This yellow slave
Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs’d;
Make the hoar leprosy ador’d; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench.
  1006
        Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears:
Sham’d their aspects with store of childish drops.
  1007
        Those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear.
  1008
        Those old fellows have
Their ingratitude in them hereditary;
Their blood is caked, ’tis cold, it seldom flows;
’Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind,
And nature, as it grows toward earth,
Is fashion’d for the journey—dull and heavy.
  1009
        Those that do teach young babes
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.
  1010
        Those that much covet are with gain so fond,
That what they have not, that which they possess,
They scatter and unloose it from their bond,
And so, by hoping more, they have but less.
  1011
        Thou art a slave, whom fortune’s tender arm
With favour never clasp’d; but bred a dog.
  1012
        Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.
  1013
        Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant;
Too good to be so, and too bad to live.
  1014
        Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
  1015
        Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in it; tho’ thy tackle’s torn,
Thou showest a noble vessel.
  1016
        Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
  1017
        Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
A world or earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
  1018
        Thou hast seen a farmer’s dog bark at a beggar,
And the creature run from the cur: There,
There, thou might’st behold the great image of authority;
A dog’s obeyed in office.
  1019
        Thou hast stolen both mine office and my name;
The one ne’er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
  1020
        Thou lead them thus,
Till o’er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
  1021
        Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.
  1022
        Thou shalt be punish’d for thus frighting me.
For I am sick and capable of fears;
Oppress’d with wrongs, and therefore full of fears;
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears;
A woman, naturally born to fears;
And though thou now confess, thou did’st but jest,
With my vex’d spirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
  1023
        Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune’s champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
  1024
        Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
The very stones prate of my whereabout.
  1025
        Thou thought’st to help me; and such thanks I give
As one near death to those that wish him live.
  1026
        Thou villain base,
Know’st me not by my clothes?
  No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
  1027
        Thou wear a lion’s hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf-skin on those recreant limbs!
  1028
        Though Fortune’s malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
  1029
        Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility:
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
  1030
        Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.
  1031
        Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter’s drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory.
  1032
        Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
Have here deliver’d me to my sour cross,
And water cannot wash away your sin.
  1033
        Thrice is he arm’d that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though lock’d up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
  1034
        Through tatter’d clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr’d gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw doth pierce it.
  1035
        Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.
  1036
        Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we march’d on without impediment.
  1037
        Thus far our fortune keeps upward course,
And we are grac’d with wreaths of victory.
  1038
        Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking, no such matter.
  1039
        Thus ready for the way of life or death,
I wait the sharpest blow.
  1040
        Thy gown? why, ay,—come, tailor, let us see’t.
O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here?
What’s this? a sleeve; ’tis like a demi-cannon:
What, up and down, carv’d like an apple-tart?
Here’s snip and nip and cut and slish and slash.
Like to a censer in a barber’s shop;
Why, what i’ devil’s name, tailor, call’st thou this!
  1041
        Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep.
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water.
  1042
        Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign: one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labor, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
  1043
        Thy soul’s flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
  1044
        Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus hath so bestirr’d thee in thy sleep
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
Like bubbles in a fate-disturbed stream:
And in thy face strange motions have appear’d,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden haste.
  1045
        Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes;
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour’d
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done.
  1046
        Time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
And with his arms outstretch’d, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer: Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.
  1047
        Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides;
Who covers faults, at last shame them derides.
  1048
        Time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
  1049
        Time’s glory is to calm contending kings,
To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light,
To stamp the seal of time in aged things,
To wake the morn and sentinel the night,
To wrong the wronger till he render right,
To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,
And smear with dust their glittering golden towers.
  1050
        ’Tis a kind of good deed to say well,
And yet words are no deeds.
  1051
        ’Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
  1052
        ’Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud;
*        *        *        *        *
’Tis virtue, that doth make them most admired;
*        *        *        *        *
’Tis government, that makes them seem divine.
  1053
        ’Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk’d up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
  1054
        ’Tis better using France than trusting France;
Let us be back’d with God, and with the seas,
Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.
  1055
        ’Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine;
And, after one hour more, ’twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot.
  1056
        ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy,—
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.
  1057
        ’Tis death to me to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men’s love.
  1058
        ’Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example; so the spirit is eased.
  1059
        ’Tis in my memory lock’d,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
  1060
        ’Tis mad idolatry,
To make the service greater than the god.
  1061
        ’Tis much he dares;
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety.
  1062
        ’Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after.
  1063
        ’Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,
But the plain single vow that is vow’d true.
  1064
        ’Tis now the very witching time of night
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
  1065
        ’Tis often seen
Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign lands.
  1066
        ’Tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age,
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburden’d crawl toward death.
  1067
        ’Tis the curse of service;
Preferment goes by letter, and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first.
  1068
        ’Tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petar.
  1069
        ’Tis too much prov’d—that, with devotion’s visage
And pious action, we do sugar o’er
The devil himself.
  1070
        To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die—to sleep;—
No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.
  1071
        To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants empty of all thought.
  1072
        To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under ’t.
  1073
        To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to ’t with delight.
  1074
        To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.
  1075
        To die,—to sleep,—
No more;—and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
  1076
        To doubt the Equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane.
  1077
        To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.
  1078
        To feed were best at home;
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
  1079
        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.
  1080
        To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.
  1081
        To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation: To this point I stand,—
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I’ll be reveng’d.
  1082
        To kill, I grant, is sin’s extremest gust;
But, in defence, by mercy, ’tis most just.
  1083
        To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
  1084
        To my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough, and continent,
To hide the slain.
  1085
        To sleep, perchance to dream; ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
  1086
        To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning?
  1087
        To thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
  1088
        To vouch this is no proof
Without more certain and more overt tests
Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods
Of modern seeming do prefer against him.
  1089
        To wail friends lost
Is not by much so wholesome—profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
  1090
        To weep, is to make less the depth of grief;
Tears, then, for babes; blows and revenge for me.
  1091
        To wilful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their school-masters.
  1092
        To you your father should be as a god;
One that composed your beauties; yea, and one
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
By him imprinted, and within his power
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
  1093
        To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
  All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
  To be your Valentine.
  1094
        To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time.
  1095
        Tongues I’ll hang on every tree,
That shall civil sayings show.
  1096
        Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say “it lightens.”
  1097
        Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,
(Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red)
The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine;—
What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head;
Look in mine eyeballs; there thy beauty lies;
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?
  1098
        Treason is but trusted like the fox;
Who, ne’er so tame, so cherished, and lock’d up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
  1099
        Trifles, light as air,
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of Holy Writ.
  1100
        True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
  1101
        True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
  1102
        Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I pick’d a welcome.
  1103
        Trust none,
For oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog.
  1104
        Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,
The air, a charter’d libertine, is still.
  1105
        Tut! tut! my lord! we will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers, be assured;
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
  1106
        ’Twas strange, ’twas passing strange;
  ’Twas pitiful, ’twas wondrous pitiful.
  1107
        Unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.
  1108
        Under the greenwood tree
  Who loves to lie with me,
  And tune his merry note
  Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
  No enemy here shall he see,
But winter and rough weather.
  1109
        Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o’er his doom.
  1110
        Universal plodding prisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries;
As motion, and long-during action tires
The sinewy vigor of the traveller.
  1111
        Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
  1112
        Unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets:
More needs she the divine than the physician.
  1113
        Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
  1114
        Villains, vipers, damn’d without redemption;
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man;
Snakes in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my heart;
Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas.
  1115
        Violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,
Or Cytherea’s breath.
  1116
        Virtue itself turns vice, being missapplied,
And vice sometime ’s by action dignified.
  1117
        Virtue preserv’d from fell destruction’s blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown’d with joy at last.
  1118
        Virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though Lewdness court it in a shape of Heav’n;
So Lust, though to a radiant angel link’d,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
  1119
        Was ever woman in this humour woo’d?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
  1120
        We are gentlemen,
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
  1121
        We are not ourselves
When nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.
  1122
        We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
  1123
        We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be woo’d and were not made to woo.
  1124
        We have scotch’d the snake, not kill’d it,
She’ll close, and be herself! whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
  1125
        We must have bloody noses and crack’d crowns,
And pass them current too. God’s me, my horse!
  1126
        We must not stint
Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope malicious censurers; which ever,
As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new trimm’d.
  1127
        We often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death.
  1128
        We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit,
By losing of our prayers.
  1129
        We’ll leave a proof, by that which we will do,
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.
  1130
        Wear this for me,—one out of suits with fortune,
That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
  1131
        Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
  1132
        Weep I cannot;
But my heart bleeds.
  1133
        Welcome ever smiles,
And Farewell goes out sighing.
  1134
        What a falling off was there.
  1135
        What all so soon asleep; I wish mine eyes
Would with themselves shut up my thoughts.
  1136
        What are these,
So wither’d and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants o’ the earth,
And yet are on’t.
  1137
        What art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
  1138
        What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? A heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth.
  1139
        What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
  1140
        What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
  1141
        What hath this day deserv’d? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the calendar?
  1142
        What have I done, that thou dar’st wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
  1143
        What have kings
That privates have not too, save ceremony?
  1144
        What I keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Eight score hours? and lovers’ absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!
  1145
        What I should say
My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
  1146
        What infinite heart’s ease,
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy?
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
  1147
        What is the end of study? Let me know?
Why, that to know, which else we should not know.
Things hid and barr’d, you mean, from common sense?
Ay, that is study’s god-like recompense.
  1148
        What is wedlock forced, but a hell,
An age of discord and continual strife?
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And is a pattern of celestial peace.
  1149
        What light through yonder window breaks!
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!—
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.
  1150
        What should be spoken here, where our fate,
Hid within an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
  1151
        What should we speak of
When we are old as you? When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December.
  1152
        What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Thrice is he arm’d that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though lock’d up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
  1153
        What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
When this was now a king, and now is clay!
  1154
        What thou wilt,
Thou shalt rather enforce it with thy smile,
Than hew to ’t with thy sword.
  1155
        What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
When he might spurn him with his foot, away?
  1156
        What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
  1157
        What work’s, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.
  1158
        What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
  Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the sun.
  1159
        What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night?
  1160
        What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
  1161
        What; gone without a word?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
  1162
        What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright; being a watch,
But being watch’d that it may still go right!
  1163
        What’s brave, what’s noble,
Let’s do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.
  1164
        What’s gone and what’s past help
Should be past grief.
  1165
        What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears.
  1166
        What’s past and what’s to come is strew’d with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion.
  1167
        What’s the news?
None, my lord, but that the world’s grown honest,
  Then is doomsday near.
  1168
        When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
  1169
        When by and by the din of war ’gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken’d what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o’er the lives of men, as if
’Twere a perpetual spoil; and till we call’d
Both field and city ours he never stood
To ease his breath with panting.
  1170
        When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight.
  1171
        When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
  1172
        When griping griefs the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
*        *        *        *        *
Then music, with her silver sound,
With speedy help doth lend redress.
  1173
        When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, ’tis hard to draw them thence;
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
  1174
        When I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.
  1175
        When I was stamp’d, some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit.
  1176
        When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick, the shepherd, blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
            Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
  1177
        When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies.
  1178
        When once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right.
  1179
        When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
  1180
        When remedies are past, the griefs are ended,
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
  1181
        When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions!
  1182
        When the fox hath once got in his nose,
He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.
  1183
        When the searching eye of heaven is hid
Behind the globe, and lights the lower world,
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,
In murthers and in outrage boldly here.
  1184
        When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with.
  1185
        When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection;
Which if we find outweighs ability,
What do we then, but draw anew the model
In fewer offices; or, at least, desist
To build at all?
  1186
        Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity—
*        *        *        *        *
That is not quickly buzz’d into his ears?
  1187
        Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly.
  1188
        Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes;
That when I note another man like him
I may avoid him.
  1189
        Whip me, ye devils,
Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur,
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire.
  1190
        Who riseth from a feast,
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse, that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unabated fire,
That he did pave them first? all things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.
  1191
        Who sets me else? by heaven I’ll throw at all;
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
  1192
        Who should be trusted, when one’s own right hand
Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus,
I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
The private wound is deepest.
  1193
        Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;
’Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
  1194
        Who thinketh to buy villainy with gold,
Shall ever find such faith so bought—so sold.
  1195
        Who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
  1196
        Whose nature is so far from doing harm,
That he suspects none.
  1197
        Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts.
  1198
        Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfum’d chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull’d with sound of sweetest melody?
  1199
        Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? if
Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a
Blanket, or put the moon in his pocket,
We will pay him tribute for light; else, sir,
No more tribute.
  1200
        Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,
Which, with pain purchas’d doth inherit pain.
  1201
        Why, all the souls that are were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy.
  1202
        Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided
’Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
  1203
        Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
  1204
        Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The heart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep;
Thus runs the world away.
  1205
        Why, love forswore me in my mother’s womb:
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
To shrink mine arm up like a wither’d shrub,
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to make my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick’d bear-whelp,
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I then a man to be belov’d?
  1206
        Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
  1207
        Why, what a wasp-tongued and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman’s mood;
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
  1208
        Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
  1209
        Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food—
Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach—such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
  1210
        Win her with gifts, if she respect not words:
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman’s mind.
  1211
        Windy attorneys to their client woes,
Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
Poor breathing orators of miseries!
Let them have scope: though what they do impart
Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
  1212
        Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.
  1213
        Wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
  1214
        With devotion’s visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o’er
The devil himself.
  1215
        With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm’d eyes
Look after him and cannot do him good.
  1216
        Within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps death his court; and there the antick sits,
Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp.
  1217
        Within this wall of flesh
There is a soul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love.
  1218
        Without the bed her other fair hand was,
  On the green coverlet; whose perfect white
Show’d like an April daisy on the grass,
  With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night.
  1219
        Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done, joy’s soul lies in the doing:
That she belov’d knows nought that knows not this:
Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is.
  1220
        Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible;
Thou, stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
  1221
        Wooing thee, I found thee of more value
Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags;
And ’tis the very riches of thyself
That now I aim at.
  1222
        Words are words; I never yet did hear,
That the bruis’d heart was pierced through the ear.
  1223
        Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
  1224
        Yea this man’s brow, like to a tragic leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume.
  1225
        Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o’ the milk o’ human kindness.
  1226
        Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle’s, lightens forth
Controlling majesty.
  1227
        Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember’d tolling a departed friend.
  1228
        Yon grey lines
That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
  1229
        You are old;
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be ruled and led
By some discretion, that discerns your state
Better than you yourself.
  1230
        You are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
  1231
        You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!
  1232
        You have among you many a purchas’d slave,
Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,
You use in abject and in slavish parts
Because you bought them.
  1233
        You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like a better day: those happy smiles
That play’d on her ripe lip, seem’d not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp’d.
  1234
        You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
  1235
        You know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.
  1236
        You know
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them.
  1237
        You may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As, or by oath, remove, or counsel, shake
The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
Is pil’d upon his faith.
  1238
        You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
  1239
        You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes!—Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck’d fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blister her pride!
  1240
        You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
  1241
        You say, you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well.
  1242
        You see me here,—a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
  1243
        You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
  1244
        Your affections are
A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favor, swims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye?
With every minute you do change a mind;
And call him noble that was now your hate,
Him vile that was your garland.
  1245
        Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars
And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
And now ’tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
  1246
        Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters.
  1247
        Your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
  1248
        Your wisdom is consum’d in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day.
  1249
  A book! oh, rare one! be not, as in this fangled world, a garment nobler than it covers.  1250
  A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.  1251
  A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.  1252
  A coward; a most devout coward; religious in it.  1253
  A dog is obeyed in office.  1254
  A dream itself is but a shadow.  1255
  A face without a heart.  1256
  A February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness!  1257
  A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.  1258
  A flower that dies when first it begins to bud.  1259
  A fool’s bolt is soon shot.  1260
  A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities.  1261
  A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.  1262
  A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.  1263
  A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.  1264
  A good heart is the sun and moon, or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps its course truly.  1265
  A good heart is worth gold.  1266
  A good jest forever.  1267
  A good man’s fortune may grow out at heels.  1268
  A good mouth-filling oath.  1269
  A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out.  1270
  A good wit will make use of anything.  1271
  A grandam’s name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother; they are as children but one step below.  1272
  A habitation giddy and unsure hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.  1273
  A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.  1274
  A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.  1275
  A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.  1276
  A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!  1277
  A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it.  1278
  A killing tongue and a quiet sword.  1279
  A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.  1280
  A light heart lives long.  1281
  A light wife doth make a heavy husband.  1282
  A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing: for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living.  1283
  A little more than kin, and less than kind.  1284
  A little snow, tumbled about, anon becomes a mountain.  1285
  A long-tongued, babbling gossip!  1286
  A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind.  1287
  A maiden hath no tongue but thought.  1288
  A maiden never bold; of spirit so still and quiet that her motion blushed at herself.  1289
  A man can die but once.  1290
  A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.  1291
  A man may smile, and smile, and be a villain.  1292
  A man that fortune’s buffets and rewards has taken with equal thanks.  1293
  A man’s life’s no more than to say, One!  1294
  A plague of all cowards, I say.  1295
  A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.  1296
  A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!  1297
  A rotten cause abides no handling.  1298
  A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.  1299
  A smile recures the wounding of a frown.  1300
  A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.  1301
  A soldier seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon’s mouth.  1302
  A stirring dwarf we do allowance give before a sleeping giant.  1303
  A surfeit of the sweetest things the deepest loathing to the stomach brings.  1304
  A sympathy in choice.  1305
  A tardiness in Nature, which often leaves the history unspoke, that it intends to do.  1306
  A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.  1307
  A villain with a smiling cheek.  1308
  A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.  1309
  A withered hermit, fivescore winters worn, might shake off fifty, looking in her eye.  1310
  A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.  1311
  A woman’s fitness comes by fits.  1312
  A woman’s thought runs before her actions.  1313
  A world-without-end bargain.  1314
  A young man married is a man that’s marred.  1315
  Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant are more learned than their ears.  1316
  Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy.  1317
  Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.  1318
  Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!  1319
  After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well.  1320
  After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you lived.  1321
  Against self-slaughter there is a prohibition so divine, that cravens my weak hand.  1322
  Alas! alas! why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; and he that might the vantage best have took found out the remedy.  1323
  All impediments in fancy’s course are motives of more fancy.  1324
  All offences come from the heart.  1325
  All orators are dumb, when beauty pleadeth.  1326
  All pride in willing pride.  1327
  All surfeit is the father of much fast.  1328
  All that glitters is not gold.  1329
  All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.  1330
  All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.  1331
  All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.  1332
  All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as “If you said so, then I said so;” and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.  1333
  All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.  1334
  All’s not offence that indiscretion finds.  1335
  All’s well that ends well, still the finis is the crown.  1336
  All, with one consent, praise new-born gauds, though they are made and moulded of things past.  1337
  Allow not nature more than nature needs.  1338
  Although the last, not least.  1339
  An affable and courteous gentleman.  1340
  An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.  1341
  An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.  1342
  An eye like Mars, to threaten or command.  1343
  An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.  1344
  An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.  1345
  An oak whose boughs were mossed with age, and high top bald with dry antiquity.  1346
  An old man is twice a child.  1347
  And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.  1348
  And either victory, or else a grave.  1349
  And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!  1350
  And her immortal part with angels lives.  1351
  And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.  1352
  And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?  1353
  And more such days as these to us befall!  1354
  And send him many years of sunshine days!  1355
  And steal immortal kisses from her lips; which even in pure and vestal modesty still blush as thinking their own kisses sin.  1356
  And steep my senses in forgetfulness.  1357
  And that same dew, which some time on the buds was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, stood now within the pretty floweret’s eyes, like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.  1358
  And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my leisure.  1359
  And thereby hangs a tale.  1360
  And this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening.  1361
  And wet his grave with my repentant tears.  1362
  And witch the world with noble horsemanship.  1363
  Angels and ministers of grace defend us!  1364
  Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.  1365
  Anger is like a full hot horse; who, being allowed his way, self-mettle tires him.  1366
  As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.  1367
  As adversaries in law, strive mightily; but eat and drink as friends.  1368
  As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.  1369
  As chaste as unsunn’d snow.  1370
  As fresh as morning dew distill’d on flowers.  1371
  As full of spirit as the month of May.  1372
  As good luck would have it.  1373
  As merry as the day is long.  1374
  As prodigal of all dear grace as Nature was in making graces dear.  1375
  As surfeit is the father of much fast, so every scope by the immoderate use turns to restraint.  1376
  As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.  1377
  As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.  1378
  Assume a virtue if you have it not.  1379
  At love’s perjuries they say Jove laughs.  1380
  Authority, though it err like others, hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, that skins the vice of the top.  1381
  Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.  1382
  Ay, every inch a king.  1383
  Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.  1384
  Back-wounding calumny the whitest virtue strikes.  1385
  Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s feast.  1386
  Base is the slave that pays.  1387
  Bashful sincerity and comely love.  1388
  Be checked for silence, but never taxed for speech.  1389
  Be great in act, as you have been in thought.  1390
  Be just, and fear not: let all the ends thou aimest at be thy country’s, thy God’s, and truth’s.  1391
  Be sad, good brothers, for, by my faith, it very well becomes you: sorrow so royally in you appears, that I will deeply put the fashion on.  1392
  Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.  1393
  Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.  1394
  Beauty doth varnish age.  1395
  Beauty is a witch, against whose charms faith melteth into blood.  1396
  Beauty itself doth itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.  1397
  Beauty lives with kindness.  1398
  Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.  1399
  Beauty, wit, high birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, love, friendship, charity, are subjects all to envious and calumniating time.  1400
  Before the curing of a strong disease, even in the instant of repair and health, the fit is strongest.  1401
  Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you.  1402
  Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.  1403
  Best men oft are moulded out of faults.  1404
  Better a little chiding than a great deal of heart-break.  1405
  Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.  1406
  Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.  1407
  Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.  1408
  Beware of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.  1409
  Bid that welcome which comes to punish us, and we punish it, seeming to bear it lightly.  1410
  Bid the cheek be ready with a blush, modest as Morning when she coldly eyes the youthful Phœbus.  1411
  Blessed are those whose blood and judgment are so well commingled that they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger to sound what stop she please.  1412
  Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud.  1413
  Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.  1414
  Brevity is the soul of wit.  1415
  Brief abstract and record of tedious days.  1416
  Bring me no more reports.  1417
  But earthlier happy is the rose distilled than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.  1418
  But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, and leave them honeyless.  1419
  But I have that within, which passeth show; these but the trappings and the suits of woe.  1420
  But if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more was this knight, swearing by his honor, for he never had any.  1421
  But one Puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes.  1422
  But screw your courage to the sticking place and we’ll not fail.  1423
  But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.  1424
  By a divine instinct, men’s minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.  1425
  By our remembrances of days foregone.  1426
  By that sin angels fell.  1427
  By the Apostle Paul, shadows tonight have struck more terror to the soul of Richard than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.  1428
  Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit.  1429
  Calumny will sear virtue itself; these shrugs, these hums and ha’s.  1430
  Can one desire too much of a good thing?  1431
  Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he; graces will appear, and there’s an end.  1432
  Can we outrun the heavens?  1433
  Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?  1434
  Care is no cure, but rather corrosive for things that are not to be remedied.  1435
  Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye.  1436
  Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.  1437
  Celerity is never more admired than by the negligent.  1438
  Certain drops of salt.  1439
  Charity, which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.  1440
  Chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy.  1441
  Clay and clay differs in dignity, whose dust is both alike.  1442
  Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright.  1443
  Come civil night, thou sober-suited matron, all in black.  1444
  Come like shadows, so depart!  1445
  Come, give us a taste of your quality.  1446
  Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,—thou art honest.  1447
  Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner; come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.  1448
  Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.  1449
  Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.  1450
  Condemn the fault, but not the actor.  1451
  Condemned into everlasting redemption for this.  1452
  Confess thee freely of thy sin; for to deny each article with oath, cannot remove nor choke the strong conception that I do groan withal.  1453
  Confess yourself to Heaven; repent what is past; avoid what is to come; and do not spread the compost on the weeds, to make them ranker.  1454
  Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man’s bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.  1455
  Conscience is a thousand swords.  1456
  Constant you are, but yet a woman; and for secrecy, no lady closer; for I well believe thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.  1457
  Contention, like a horse full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, and bears down all before him.  1458
  Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.  1459
  Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man.  1460
  Could not all this flesh keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spared a better man.  1461
  Courage mounteth with occasion.  1462
  Cowards die many times before their death.  1463
  Crabbed age and youth cannot live together.  1464
  Cry “Havock,” and let slip the dogs of war.  1465
  Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin.  1466
  Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.  1467
  Deal mildly with his youth; for young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.  1468
  Death lies on her like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field.  1469
  Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine are counsellors to fear.  1470
  Death will have his day.  1471
  Death, as the psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die.  1472
  Death, remembered, should be like a mirror, who tells us life is but a breath; to trust it, error.  1473
  Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.  1474
  Delays have dangerous ends.  1475
  Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.  1476
  Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.  1477
  Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year.  1478
  Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.  1479
  Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, puffing at all, winnows the light away.  1480
  Do but see his vice; ’t is to his virtue a just equinox, the one as long as the other.  1481
  Do not give dalliance too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood.  1482
  Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, and recks not his own rede.  1483
  Do you know what a man is? Are not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?  1484
  Done to death by slanderous tongues.  1485
  Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.  1486
  Down, thou climbing sorrow.  1487
  Downy sleep, death’s counterfeit.  1488
  Dreams are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy; which is as thin of substance as the air, and more inconstant than the wind.  1489
  Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow’s shadow.  1490
  Drones suck not eagles’ blood, but rob beehives.  1491
  Dull not device by coldness and delay.  1492
  Dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance.  1493
  Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman’s mind.  1494
  Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.  1495
  Emulation hath a thousand sons, that one by one pursue; if you give way, or edge aside from the direct forthright, like to an entered tide, they all rush by, and leave you hindmost.  1496
  England is safe, if true within itself.  1497
  Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.  1498
  Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.  1499
  Every bondman in his own hand bears the power to cancel his captivity.  1500
  Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.  1501
  Every man has business and desire, such as it is.  1502
  Every one can master a grief but he that has it.  1503
  Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.  1504
  Every subject’s duty is the king’s; but every subject’s soul is his own.  1505
  Every true man’s apparel fits your thief.  1506
  Every why hath a wherefore.  1507
  Experience is a jewel, and it had need be so, for it is often purchased at an infinite rate.  1508
  Experience teacheth us that resolution is a sole help in need.  1509
  Extremity is the trier of spirits.  1510
  Eye-offending brine.  1511
  Eyes and ears, two traded pilots ’twixt the dangerous shores of will and judgment.  1512
  Fairies use flowers for their charactery.  1513
  Faith, here’s an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God’s sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven.  1514
  False as stairs of sand.  1515
  False face must hide what the false heart doth know.  1516
  Falstaff sweats to death, and lards the lean earth as he walks along.  1517
  Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, that almost freezes up the heat of life.  1518
  Farewell, and stand fast.  1519
  Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.  1520
  Faster than his tongue did make offense, his eye did heal it up.  1521
  Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.  1522
  Fasting maids whose minds are dedicate to nothing temporal.  1523
  Fat paunches have lean pates.  1524
  Fates! we will know your pleasures: that we shall die, we know; ’tis but the time, and drawing days out, that men stand upon.  1525
  Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.  1526
  Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.  1527
  Fetter strong madness in a silken thread.  1528
  Few love to hear the sins they love to act.  1529
  Fie! what a spendthrift he is of his tongue!  1530
  Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!  1531
  Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier and afear’d?  1532
  Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.  1533
  Fire drives out fire; so pity, pity.  1534
  Fire that is closest kept burns most of all.  1535
  Fire that’s closest kept burns most of all.  1536
  Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.  1537
  Flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar.  1538
  Flora peering in April’s front.  1539
  Flowers are like the pleasures of the world.  1540
  Food for powder, food for powder; they’ll fill a pit as well as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.  1541
  Fools are not mad folks.  1542
  For ’tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.  1543
  For aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing; it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.  1544
  For grief is crowned with consolation.  1545
  For her own person, it beggared all description.  1546
  For his bounty, there was no winter in ’t; an autumn ’t was that grew the more by reaping.  1547
  For his dreams, I wonder he’s so simple to trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers.  1548
  For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.  1549
  For I am nothing if not critical.  1550
  For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.  1551
  For it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.  1552
  For men, like butterflies, show not their mealy wings but to the summer.  1553
  For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.  1554
  For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I’ll gild it with the happiest terms I have.  1555
  For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing and singing of anthems.  1556
  For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, and yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; at whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, troop home to churchyards.  1557
  For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, expecting ever when some envious surge will in his brinish bowels swallow him.  1558
  For some must watch, while some must sleep; so runs the world away.  1559
  For the rain it raineth every day.  1560
  For they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open.  1561
  For use almost can change the stamp of nature.  1562
  For what I will, I will, and there an end.  1563
  Forbear sharp speeches to her; she’s a lady so tender of rebukes that words are strokes, and strokes death to her.  1564
  Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.  1565
  Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.  1566
  Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.  1567
  Foul whisperings are abroad.  1568
  Frailty, thy name is woman!  1569
  France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man’s foot.  1570
  Friends, I owe more tears to this dead man than you shall see me pay.  1571
  Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.  1572
  Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.  1573
  Friendship is full of dregs.  1574
  From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.  1575
  From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot he is all mirth; he has twice or thrice cut Cupid’s bow-string, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.  1576
  Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.  1577
  Full of wise saws and modern instances.  1578
  Full oft we see cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.  1579
  Gently to hear, kindly to judge.  1580
  Gilded tombs do worms infold.  1581
  Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.  1582
  Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.  1583
  Give him gold enough, and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne’er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses; why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.  1584
  Give me your hand first; fare you well.  1585
  Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.  1586
  Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.  1587
  Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.  1588
  Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.  1589
  Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it, and sets it light.  1590
  Go to your bosom, knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.  1591
  God befriend us, as our cause is just.  1592
  God defend the right.  1593
  God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.  1594
  God hath blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.  1595
  God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.  1596
  God on our side, doubt not of victory.  1597
  God pardon them that are the cause thereof! A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, to pray of them that have done scath to us.  1598
  God, the best maker of all marriages, combine your hearts in one, your realms in one.  1599
  Gold that is put to use more gold begets.  1600
  Gold—what can it not do, and undo?  1601
  Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust.  1602
  Good luck lies in odd numbers  *  *  *  they say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.  1603
  Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls.  1604
  Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.  1605
  Good things should be praised.  1606
  Good wine needs no bush.  1607
  Good words are better than bad strokes.  1608
  Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.  1609
  Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in Venice: but his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search.  1610
  Great griefs medicine the less.  1611
  Great men should drink with harness on their throats.  1612
  Greatness knows itself.  1613
  Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.  1614
  Grief best is pleased with grief’s society.  1615
  Grief is crowned with consolation.  1616
  Grim-visag’d war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.  1617
  Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use.  1618
  Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge had stomach for them all.  1619
  Had doting Priam checked his son’s desire, Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.  1620
  Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, I had rather have eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.  1621
  Hang an epitaph on her tomb.  1622
  Hang those that talk of fear.  1623
  Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.  1624
  Hardness ever of hardness is mother.  1625
  Harp not on that string.  1626
  Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making? Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.  1627
  Haste is needful in a desperate case.  1628
  Haste me to know it; that I with wings as swift as meditation, or the thoughts of love, may sweep to my revenge.  1629
  Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.  1630
  Have at you with a proverb.  1631
  Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.  1632
  He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.  1633
  He does me double wrong, that wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.  1634
  He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.  1635
  He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, and darts his light through every guilty hole.  1636
  He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.  1637
  He hath a tear for pity, and a hand open as day for melting charity!  1638
  He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.  1639
  He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts.  1640
  He hath out-villained villainy so far, that the rarity redeems him.  1641
  He in peace is wounded, not in war.  1642
  He is a very valiant trencher-man.  1643
  He is a worthy gentleman, exceedingly well read and profited in strange concealments.  1644
  He is divinely bent on meditation.  1645
  He is well paid that is well satisfied.  1646
  He jests at scars that never felt a wound.  1647
  He kissed me hard, as though he’d pluck up kisses by the roots that grew upon my lips.  1648
  He lives in fame, that died in virtue’s cause.  1649
  He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.  1650
  He must needs go that the devil drives.  1651
  He speaks home; you may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.  1652
  He that dies pays all debts.  1653
  He that dies this year is quit for the next.  1654
  He that doth the ravens feed, yea, providently caters for the sparrow, be comfort to my age.  1655
  He that is proud eats up himself; pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed devours the deed in the praise.  1656
  He that loves to be flattered is worthy o’ the flatterer.  1657
  He that of greatest works is finisher oft does them by the weakest minister: so holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, when judges have been babes.  1658
  He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends.  1659
  He that will have a cake of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding.  1660
  He wants wit that wants resolved will.  1661
  He was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that, being bid to ask what he would of the king, desired he might know none of his secrets.  1662
  He waxes desperate with imagination.  1663
  He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.  1664
  He wears the rose of youth upon him.  1665
  He who the sword of heaven will bear should be as holy as severe.  1666
  He will give the devil his due.  1667
  He will lie, sir, with such volubility that you would think truth were a fool.  1668
  He will steal himself into a man’s favor and for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but when you find him out, you have him ever after.  1669
  He would make his will lord of his reason.  1670
  He’s truly valiant that can wisely suffer the worst that man can breathe.  1671
  Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.  1672
  Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.  1673
  Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it doth singe yourself. We may outrun by violent swiftness that which we run at, and lose by overrunning.  1674
  Heaven give you many, many merry days!  1675
  Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge that no king can corrupt.  1676
  Heaven never helps the man who will not act.  1677
  Heaven’s above all; and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls that must not be saved.  1678
  Heaven, the treasury of everlasting joy!  1679
  Heaven, the widow’s champion and defence.  1680
  Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, as a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear.  1681
  Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their light, and, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay, till they might open to adorn the day.  1682
  Her gentle spirit commits itself to yours to be directed, as from her lord, her governor, her king.  1683
  Her hand, in whose comparison all whites are ink writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure the cygnet’s down is harsh, and spirit of sense hard as the palm of ploughman!  1684
  Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report. This cannot be cunning in her. If it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.  1685
  Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.  1686
  Here are a few of the unpleasantest words that ever blotted paper!  1687
  Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.  1688
  His cheek the map of days outworn.  1689
  His hair is of a good color,—an excellent color; your chestnut was ever the only color.  1690
  His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.  1691
  His nature is too noble for the world; he would not flatter Neptune for his trident, or Jove for his power to thunder.  1692
  His nice fence and his active practice.  1693
  His noble hand did win what he did spend.  1694
  His reasons are two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search.  1695
  His tongue is now a stringless instrument.  1696
  His worth is warrant for his welcome.  1697
  Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.  1698
  Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.  1699
  Honest water, which ne’er left man in the mire.  1700
  Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, to follow as it draws.  1701
  Hope is a lover’s staff.  1702
  Horribly stuffed with epithets of war.  1703
  Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have a play extempore?  1704
  How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!  1705
  How easy it is for the proper-false in woman’s waxen hearts to set their forms!  1706
  How far that little candle throws his beams! so shines a good deed in a naughty world.  1707
  How i’ the name of thrift doth he rake this together?-  1708
  How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!  1709
  How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!  1710
  How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!  1711
  How many cowards wear yet upon their chins the beards of Hercules and frowning Mars!  1712
  How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!  1713
  How much an ill word may empoison liking!  1714
  How pomp is followed!  1715
  How quickly nature falls into revolt when gold becomes her object!  1716
  How see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of time, and harsh.  1717
  How sometimes nature will betray its folly, its tenderness, and make itself a pastime to harder bosoms!  1718
  How sour sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!  1719
  How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him but I am heart-burned an hour after.  1720
  How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.  1721
  How wayward is this foolish love, that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.  1722
  How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!  1723
  How well he is read, to reason against reading!  1724
  How would you be if He, which is the top of judgment, should but judge you as you are? O, think on that, and mercy then will breathe within your lips like man new made.  1725
  However we do praise ourselves, our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women’s are.  1726
  However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.  1727
  I am a feather for each wind that blows.  1728
  I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.  1729
  I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?  1730
  I am afraid to think what I have done; look on it again I dare not.  1731
  I am an ass, indeed, you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating.  1732
  I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.  1733
  I am constant as the Northern Star, of whose true-fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.  1734
  I am ill at reckoning; it fits the spirit of a tapster.  1735
  I am never merry when I hear sweet music.  1736
  I am not in the roll of common men.  1737
  I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.  1738
  I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities; but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.  1739
  I am one whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.  1740
  I am sure care’s an enemy to life.  1741
  I am the very pink of courtesy.  1742
  I am wrapped in dismal thinking.  1743
  I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.  1744
  I came, saw, and overcame.  1745
  I can call spirits from the vasty deep.  1746
  I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.  1747
  I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse; borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.  1748
  I can smile, and murther while I smile.  1749
  I can suck melancholy out of a song.  1750
  I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.  1751
  I do beseech you—chiefly that I may set it in my prayers—what is your name?  1752
  I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.  1753
  I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.  1754
  I do not like this fooling.  1755
  I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest, to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight, when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.  1756
  I dote on his very absence.  1757
  I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness; glad of other men’s good, content with my harm.  1758
  I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.  1759
  I follow him to serve my turn upon him; we cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot be truly followed.  1760
  I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.  1761
  I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.  1762
  I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.  1763
  I have given suck, and know how tender it is to love the babe that milks me.  1764
  I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream—past the wit of man to say what dream it was.  1765
  I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.  1766
  I have immortal longings in me.  1767
  I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.  1768
  I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die.  1769
  I have sounded the very base-string of humility.  1770
  I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.  1771
  I have ventured like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, this many summers in a sea of glory, but far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride at length broke under me.  1772
  I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.  1773
  I have you on the hip.  1774
  I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.  1775
  I hourly learn a doctrine of obedience.  1776
  I let fall the windows of mine eyes.  1777
  I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.  1778
  I love my country’s good, with a respect more tender, more holy and profound than my own life.  1779
  I must be cruel, only to be kind.  1780
  I must to the barber’s;  *  *  *  for methinks I am marvelous hairy about the face.  1781
  I never heard yet that any of these bolder vices wanted less impudence to gainsay what they did, than to perform it first.  1782
  I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.  1783
  I pray thee, leave me to myself tonight; for I have need of many orisons to move the heavens to smile upon my state, which, well thou knowest, is cross and full of sin.  1784
  I prythee, take the cork out of thy mouth that I may drink thy tidings.  1785
  I rather tell thee what is to be feared than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar.  1786
  I reckon this always,—that a man is never undone till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say, Welcome.  1787
  I so lively acted with my tears that my poor mistress, moved therewithal, wept bitterly.  1788
  I stay too long by thee; I weary thee.  1789
  I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.  1790
  I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that’s in me should set hell on fire.  1791
  I to myself am dearer than a friend.  1792
  I was never so bethumped with words since first I called my brother’s father dad.  1793
  I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.  1794
  I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.  1795
  I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a drunkard. Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man; by and by a fool, and presently a beast. O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.  1796
  I will be brief.  1797
  I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following, but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.  1798
  I will chide no heathen in the world, but myself, against whom I know most faults.  1799
  I will instruct my sorrows to be proud.  1800
  I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.  1801
  I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.  1802
  I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. When I bestride him I soar, I am a hawk; he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it.  1803
  I will speak daggers to her, but use none.  1804
  I wish you all the joy that you can wish.  1805
  I would applaud thee to the very echo, that should applaud again.  1806
  I would be loath to cast away my speech; for, besides that it is excellently well penn’d, I have taken great pains to con it.  1807
  I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.  1808
  I would the gods had made thee poetical.  1809
  I would thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.  1810
  I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.  1811
  I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads.  1812
  I’ll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still.  1813
  I’ll not budge an inch.  1814
  I’ll speak to thee in silence.  1815
  I, I, I myself, sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honor in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch.  1816
  If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.  *  *  *  An hour in clamor, and a quarter in rheum.  1817
  If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love’s keen arrows make.  1818
  If ever you have looked on better days, if ever been where bells have knolled to church, if ever sat at any good man’s feast, if ever from your eyelids wiped a tear and know what ’tis to pity and be pitied, let gentleness my strong enforcement sue.  1819
  If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs; a’ brushes his hat of o’ mornings; what should that bode?  1820
  If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer as e’er I did commit.  1821
  If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me: I had it from my father.  1822
  If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.  1823
  If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.  1824
  If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.  1825
  If money go before, all ways do lie open.  1826
  If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.  1827
  If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.  1828
  If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there’s no man happy.  1829
  If the assassination could trammel up the consequence, and catch, with his surcease, success; that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here,—but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, we’d jump the life to come.  1830
  If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another; I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.  1831
  If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.  1832
  If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages, princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.  1833
  If you bethink yourself of any crime, unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace, solicit for it straight.  1834
  If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.  1835
  Ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.  1836
  Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.  1837
  Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.  1838
  Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! when that this body did contain a spirit, a kingdom for it was too small a bound; but now, two paces of the vilest earth is room enough.  1839
  In a false quarrel there is no true valor.  1840
  In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.  1841
  In limited professions there’s boundless theft.  1842
  In maiden meditation, fancy free.  1843
  In nature there’s no blemish but the mind; none can be called deformed but the unkind.  1844
  In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war flows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger.  1845
  In sickness let me not so much say, am I getting better of my pain? as am I getting better for it?  1846
  In simple and pure soul I come to you.  1847
  In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; it wearies me. You say it wearies you; but how I caught it, found it, or came by it, what stuff ’tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.  1848
  In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.  1849
  In such a time as this it is not meet that every nice offence should bear its comment.  1850
  In the dead vast and middle of the night.  1851
  In the quick forge and working house of thought.  1852
  In this state she gallops, night by night, o’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream.  1853
  In thy face I see the map of honor, truth, and loyalty.  1854
  In time we hate that which we often fear.  1855
  Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.  1856
  Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.  1857
  Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude.  1858
  Instinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct.  1859
  Is ’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?  1860
  Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o’er, should undo a man?  1861
  Is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel because his painted skin contents the eye?  1862
  It adds a precious seeing to the eye.  1863
  It eases some, though none it ever cured, to think their sorrows others have endured.  1864
  It is a blushing, shame-faced spirit, that mutinies in a man’s bosom; it fills one full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself, and live without it.  1865
  It is a good divine that follows his own instructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow mine own teachings.  1866
  It is a sin to be a mocker.  1867
  It is a wise father that knows his own child.  1868
  It is 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.  1869
  It is as hard to come, as for a camel to thread the postern of a needle’s eye.  1870
  It is but a base, ignoble mind that mounts no higher than a bird can soar.  1871
  It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases one of another; therefore, let men take heed of their company.  1872
  It is far off; and rather like a dream than an assurance that my remembrance warrants.  1873
  It is gold which buys admittance; and it is gold which makes the true man killed, and saves the thief; nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man; what can it not do and undo?  1874
  It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.  1875
  It is impious in a good man to be sad.  1876
  It is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame the season for your own harvest.  1877
  It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.  1878
  It is meet that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm, that cannot be seduced?  1879
  It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.  1880
  It is now the very witching time of night; when churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, and do such business as the bitter day would quake to look on.  1881
  It is one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.  1882
  It is silliness to live when to live is a torment; and then we have a prescription to die when death is our physician.  1883
  It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.  1884
  It is the curse of service; preferment goes by letter and affection, not by the old gradation where each second stood heir to the first.  1885
  It is the first that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.  1886
  It is the mind that makes the body rich.  1887
  It is the very error of the moon; she comes more near earth than she was wont, and makes men mad.  1888
  It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection.  1889
  It is time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.  1890
  It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.  1891
  It was the lark, the herald of the morn.  1892
  It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.  1893
  It will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.  1894
  Jealousy—it is a green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.  1895
  Jesters do often prove prophets.  1896
  Jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-top.  1897
  Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.  1898
  Judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in me.  1899
  Just death, kind umpire of men’s miseries.  1900
  Justice always whirls in equal measure.  1901
  Keep this remembrance for thy Julia’s sake.  1902
  Keep thy friend under thy own life’s key.  1903
  Keep you in the rear of your affection, out of the shot and danger of desire.  1904
  Kindness in woman, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.  1905
  Kindness nobler ever than revenge.  1906
  Kiss the rod.  1907
  Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career of laughter with a sigh?  1908
  Knavery’s plain face is never seen till used.  1909
  Know you not, master, to some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, are sanctified and holy traitors to you. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely envenoms him that bears it!  1910
  Larded all with sweet flowers, which bewept to the grave did go, with true-love showers.  1911
  Last scene of all, that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness, and mere oblivion; sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.  1912
  Lawless are they that make their wills their law.  1913
  Lay her i’ the earth; and from her fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring.  1914
  Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.  1915
  Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, and where we are our learning likewise is.  1916
  Leave her to heaven and to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, to prick and sting her.  1917
  Let every eye negotiate for itself, and trust no agent.  1918
  Let gentleness thy strong enforcement be.  1919
  Let me be cruel, not unnatural; I will speak daggers to her; but use none; my tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.  1920
  Let me embrace these sour adversities, for wise men say it is the wisest course.  1921
  Let me have men about me that are fat; sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’ nights; yonder Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much; such men are dangerous.  1922
  Let me hear from thee by letters.  1923
  Let me play the fool; witty mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; and let my liver rather heat with wine than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man whose blood is warm within sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster, sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice by being peevish.  1924
  Let me say “amen” betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer.  1925
  Let me wipe off this honorable dew, that silverly doth progress on thy cheeks.  1926
  Let men say, we be men of good government; being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.  1927
  Let none presume to wear an undeserved dignity.  1928
  Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls.  1929
  Let still the woman take an elder than herself; so wears she to him, so sways she level in her husband’s heart.  1930
  Let the end try the man.  1931
  Let the galled jade wince.  1932
  Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.  1933
  Let them obey that know not how to rule.  1934
  Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.  1935
  Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.  1936
  Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers.  1937
  Let us not burthen our remembrance with a heaviness that’s gone.  1938
  Let us teach ourselves that honorable step, not to outdo discretion.  1939
  Let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action.  1940
  Let’s take the instant by the forward top; for we are old, and on our quick’st decrees the inaudible and noiseless foot of Time steals, ere we can effect them.  1941
  Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.  1942
  Lie ten nights awake carving the fashion of a new doublet.  1943
  Life is a shuttle.  1944
  Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.  1945
  Life’s but a walking shadow.  1946
  Light and lust are deadly enemies.  1947
  Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; so, ere you find where light in darkness lies, your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.  1948
  Like bright metal on a sullen ground, my reformation, glittering over my fault, shall show more goodly and attract more eyes than that which hath no foil to set it off.  1949
  Like madness is the glory of this life.  1950
  Like Niobe, all tears.  1951
  Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it, who, half through, gives o’er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.  1952
  Liquid pearl.  1953
  Loan oft loses both itself and friend.  1954
  Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.  1955
  Look how the world’s poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!  1956
  Look on beauty, and you shall see ’tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crispèd snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre.  1957
  Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.  1958
  Loose now and then a scattered smile, and that I will live upon.  1959
  Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!  1960
  Lord, what fools these mortals be!  1961
  Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.  1962
  Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.  1963
  Love is full of unbefitting strains; all wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; formed by the eye, and therefore, like the eye, full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms.  1964
  Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.  1965
  Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.  1966
  Love reasons without reason.  1967
  Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.  1968
  Love thyself last.  1969
  Love will not be spurred to what it loathes.  1970
  Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.  1971
  Love’s sentinel.  1972
  Lowliness is young ambition’s ladder, whereto the climber upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then unto the ladder turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees by which he did ascend.  1973
  Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep.  1974
  Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.  1975
  Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.  1976
  Maids want nothing but husbands; and when they have them they want everything.  1977
  Make false hair, and thatch your poor thin roofs with burthens of the dead.  1978
  Make the doors upon a woman’s wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and ’twill out at the keyhole; stop that, ’twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.  1979
  Man delights not me,—nor woman neither.  1980
  Many a man’s tongue shakes out his master’s undoing.  1981
  Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.  1982
  Marry, sir, they praise me, and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself.  1983
  Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of.  1984
  Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.  1985
  Mellowed by the stealing hours of time.  1986
  Memory, the warder of the brain!  1987
  Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.  1988
  Men are men; the best sometimes forget.  1989
  Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.  1990
  Men have marble, women waxen, minds.  1991
  Men in rage strike those that wish them best.  1992
  Men of few words are the best men.  1993
  Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.  1994
  Men shut their doors against a setting sun.  1995
  Men that make envy and crooked malice nourishment, dare bite the best.  1996
  Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.  1997
  Men’s vows are women’s traitors.  1998
  Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.  1999
  Merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks.  2000
  Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.  2001
  Methinks sometimes that I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.  2002
  Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.  2003
  Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.  2004
  Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.  2005
  Misery makes sport to mock itself.  2006
  Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living.  2007
  Modern wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.  2008
  Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.  2009
  Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.  2010
  Moonshine revellers.  2011
  More water glideth by the mill than wots the miller of.  2012
  Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.  2013
  Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.  2014
  Much rain wears the marble.  2015
  Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?  2016
  My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.  2017
  My grief lies onward and my joy behind.  2018
  My heart is ever at your service.  2019
  My heart laments that virtue cannot live out of the teeth of emulation.  2020
  My library was dukedom large enough.  2021
  My man’s as true as steel.  2022
  My master hath been an honorable gentleman: tricks he hath had in him which gentleman have.  2023
  My May of life is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead, curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not.  2024
  My poverty, but not my will, consents.  2025
  My thoughts are whirled like a potter’s wheel.  2026
  My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.  2027
  Natural graces, that extinguish art.  2028
  Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.  2029
  Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.  2030
  Nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.  2031
  Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.  2032
  Naught is had, all is spent, where our desire is got without content.  2033
  Nay, her foot speaks.  2034
  Never anger made good guard for itself.  2035
  Never anything can be amiss when simpleness and duty tender it.  2036
  New customs, though they be never so ridiculous,—nay, let them be unmanly,—yet are followed.  2037
  No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.  2038
  No ceremony that to great ones belongs,—not the king’s crown nor the deputed sword, the marshal’s truncheon nor the judge’s robe, become them with one half so good a grace as mercy does.  2039
  No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.  2040
  No legacy is so rich as honesty.  2041
  No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.  2042
  No metal can—no, not the hangman’s axe—bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy.  2043
  No might nor greatness in mortality can censure ’scape; back-wounding calumny the whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?  2044
  No particular scandal one can touch but it confounds the breather.  2045
  No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize.  2046
  No remedy against this consumption of the purse; borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.  2047
  No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope.  2048
  No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.  2049
  No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.  2050
  No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve.  2051
  No, madame, ’tis not so well that I am poor; though many of the rich are damned.  2052
  None can cure their harms by wailing them.  2053
  Nor age so eat up my invention.  2054
  Not a courtier, although they wear their faces to the bent of the king’s looks, hath a heart that is not glad at the thing they scowl at.  2055
  Not Hercules could have knocked out his brains, for he had none.  2056
  Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more.  2057
  Nothing can we call our own but death, and that small model of the barren earth which serves as paste and cover to our bones.  2058
  Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.  2059
  Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.  2060
  Nought so vile that on the earth doth live, but to the earth some special good doth give.  2061
  Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear; my true lip hath virgined it ever since.  2062
  Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.  2063
  Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip.  2064
  Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.  2065
  Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!  2066
  O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.  2067
  O dissembling courtesy! how fine this tyrant can tickle where she wounds!  2068
  O earth! I will befriend thee more with rain than youthful April shall with all his showers; in summer’s drought I’ll drop upon thee still.  2069
  O form! how oft dost thou with thy case, thy habit, wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls to thy false seeming!  2070
  O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle.  2071
  O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!  2072
  O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.  2073
  O heaven, that such companions thou ’ldst unfold, and put in every honest hand a whip to lash the rascals naked through the world.  2074
  O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.  2075
  O melancholy, who ever yet could sound thy bottom?  2076
  O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, shrunk to this little measure?  2077
  O most lame and impotent conclusion!  2078
  O nation miserable, with an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered, when shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?  2079
  O opportunity, thy guilt is great!  2080
  O place! O form, how often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls to thy false seeming!  2081
  O shame! where is thy blush?  2082
  O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.  2083
  O that estates, degrees, and offices were not derived corruptly! and that clear honor were purchased by the merit of the wearer!  2084
  O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!  2085
  O that men’s ears should be to counsel deaf, but not to flattery!  2086
  O that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves!  2087
  O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!  2088
  O theft most base, that we have stolen what we do fear to keep!  2089
  O this learning, what a thing it is!  2090
  O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee—devil!  2091
  O thou monster ignorance!  2092
  O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!  2093
  O thoughts of men accurst! Past and to come seems best; things present, worst.  2094
  O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that knew how to love himself.  2095
  O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!  2096
  O what a world of vile ill-favored faults looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!  2097
  O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!  2098
  O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!  2099
  O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear.  2100
  O’ercanopied with luscious woodbine, with sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.  2101
  O, be sick, great greatness, and bid thy ceremony give thee cure! Thinkest thou the fiery fever will go out with titles blown from adulation?  2102
  O, call back yesterday, bid time return.  2103
  O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last; and careful hours, with Time’s deformed hand, have written strange defeatures in my face!  2104
  O, how full of briars is this working-day world!  2105
  O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!  2106
  O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!  2107
  O, it came over my ear like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odor!  2108
  O, it comes over my memory, as doth the raven over the infected house, boding to all.  2109
  O, let not woman’s weapons, waterdrops, stain my man’s cheeks!  2110
  O, polished perturbation! golden care that keepest the ports of slumber open wide to many a watchful night!  2111
  O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon.  2112
  O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!  2113
  O, that way madness lies; let me shun that.  2114
  O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature’s journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.  2115
  O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful in the contempt and anger of his lip!  2116
  O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!  2117
  O, what authority and show of truth can cunning sin cover itself withal!  2118
  O, what damned minutes tells he o’er, who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!  2119
  O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.  2120
  Oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes, and hold-fast is the only dog.  2121
  Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man’s sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array.  *  *  *  Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders’ books.  2122
  Observe degree, priority, and place.  2123
  Of all base passions fear is most accurs’d.  2124
  Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.  2125
  Off goes his bonnet to an oyster wench.  2126
  Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where it most promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most sits.  2127
  Oft my jealousy shapes faults that are not.  2128
  Oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse; as patches, set upon a little breach, discredit more in hiding of the fault than did the fault before it was so patched.  2129
  Oh for a muse of fire that would ascend the highest heaven of invention!  2130
  Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.  2131
  Oh, give me thy hand, one writ with me in sour misfortune’s book!  2132
  Oh, happy vantage of a kneeling knee!  2133
  Oh, he is as tedious as a tired horse!  2134
  Oh, I am stabbed with laughter!  2135
  Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!  2136
  Oh, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones and their qualities!  2137
  Oh, my offence is rank; it smells to heaven.  2138
  Oh, never will I trust to speeches penned!  *  *  *  taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, three-piled hyperboles.  2139
  Oh, she will sing the savageness out of a bear.  2140
  Oh, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!  2141
  Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, and with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!  2142
  Oh, that estates, degrees, and offices were not derived corruptly, and that clear honor were purchased by the merit of the wearer!  2143
  Oh, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!  2144
  Old father antic the law.  2145
  Old Time, the clock setter, that bald sexton, Time.  2146
  Oli.—What’s a drunken man like, fool?
  Clo.—Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman; one draught above heat makes him a fool, the second made him, and a third drowns him.
  2147
  On Rumor’s tongue continual slanders ride.  2148
  Once again I do receive thee honest. Who by repentance is not satisfied is nor of heaven nor earth.  2149
  One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.  2150
  One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.  2151
  One sin another doth provoke.  2152
  One that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself.  2153
  One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.  2154
  One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.  2155
  One woe doth tread upon another’s heel, so fast they follow.  2156
  One woman is fair; yet I am well: another is wise; yet I am well: another virtuous; yet I am well. But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.  2157
  Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.  2158
  Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.  2159
  Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way awhile and let it waste.  2160
  Order gave each thing view.  2161
  Our content is our best having.  2162
  Our enemies are our outward consciences.  2163
  Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women’s are.  2164
  Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.  2165
  Our Jovial star reign’d at his birth.  2166
  Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to Heaven.  2167
  Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.  2168
  Our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.  2169
  Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.  2170
  Pain pays the income of each precious thing.  2171
  Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.  2172
  Passing through Nature to eternity.  2173
  Passion makes the will lord of the reason.  2174
  Past all shame, so past all truth.  2175
  Pastime passing excellent, if it be husbanded with modesty.  2176
  Patch grief with proverbs.  2177
  Peace, dear nurse of arts, plenties and joyful births.  2178
  Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.  2179
  Pitchers have ears.  2180
  Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.  2181
  Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.  2182
  Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; but riches, fineless, is as poor as winter to him that ever fears he shall be poor.  2183
  Poor naked wretches, whereso’er you are, that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, how shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you from seasons such as these?  2184
  Poor rogues, and usurers’ men! bawds between gold and want!  2185
  Preferment goes by letter and affection.  2186
  Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.  2187
  Pride hath no other glass to show itself but pride.  2188
  Promising is the very air of the time; it opens the eyes of expectation; performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will, or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.  2189
  Proper deformity seems not in the fiend so horrid as in woman.  2190
  Prosperity is the very bond of love.  2191
  Quiet days, fair issue, and long life.  2192
  Rather see the wonders of the world abroad, than, living dully sluggardized at home, wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.  2193
  Read not my blemishes in the world’s report.  2194
  Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be?  2195
  Repentance is heart sorrow, and a clear life ensuing.  2196
  Reputation is an idle and most false imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.  2197
  Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.  2198
  Rich honesty dwells like a miser, in a poor house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.  2199
  Rightly to be great is not to stir without great argument.  2200
  Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.  2201
  Ruminates like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning.  2202
  Rumor is a pipe blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, and of so easy and so plain a stop that the blunt monster with uncounted heads, the still-discordant wavering multitude, can play upon it.  2203
  Sad, unhelpful tears.  2204
  Saint-seducing gold.  2205
  Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.  2206
  Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.  2207
  Season your admiration for awhile.  2208
  Security is mortal’s chiefest enemy.  2209
  See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!  2210
  Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is, how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty?  2211
  Self-harming jealousy.  2212
  Self-love is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.  2213
  Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.  2214
  Sermons in stones and good in every thing.  2215
  Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? No, not for Venice!  2216
  Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?  2217
  She bears a duke’s revenues on her back.  2218
  She is a woman, therefore may be wooed; she is a woman, therefore may be won.  2219
  She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.  2220
  Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, that I may see my shadow as I pass.  2221
  Short time seems long in sorrow’s sharp sustaining; though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps, and they who watch see time how slow it creeps.  2222
  Should all despair that have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind would hang themselves.  2223
  Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.  2224
  Sick in the world’s regard, wretched and low.  2225
  Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy if I could say how much.  2226
  Sin will pluck on sin.  2227
  Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.  2228
  Since brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes—I will be brief.  2229
  Sir, you are very welcome to our house; it must appear in other ways than words, therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.  2230
  Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.  2231
  Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.  2232
  Sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts.  2233
  Slander lives upon succession, forever housed where it gets possession.  2234
  Slander, whose whisper over the world’s diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports his poisoned shot.  2235
  Sleep, gentle sleep, nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?  2236
  Sleep, that knits up the raveled sleave of care, the death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s feast.  2237
  Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye.  2238
  Slips of yew, silvered in the moon’s eclipse.  2239
  Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.  2240
  Small herbs have grace; great weeds do grow apace.  2241
  Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.  2242
  So light a foot will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.  2243
  So wise, so young, they say, do never live long.  2244
  So work the honey-bees—creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach the art of order to a peopled kingdom.  2245
  Society is no comfort to one not sociable.  2246
  Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em.  2247
  Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.  2248
  Some must watch while some must sleep, so runs the world away.  2249
  Some sins do bear their privilege on earth.  2250
  Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.  2251
  Some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadow’s bliss.  2252
  Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.  2253
  Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages.  2254
  Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud: and, after summer evermore succeeds barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: so cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.  2255
  Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.  2256
  Sorrow, like a heavy hanging bell, once set on ringing, with his own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.  2257
  Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.  2258
  Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.  2259
  Speaks three or four languages word for word without a book.  2260
  Splitting the air with noise.  2261
  Stabbed with a white wench’s black eye.  2262
  Stands Scotland where it did?  2263
  Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and ne’er a true one.  2264
  Steep’d me in poverty to the very lips.  2265
  Still as the peaceful walks of ancient night; silent as are the lamps that burn on tombs.  2266
  Still harping on my daughter.  2267
  Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace.  2268
  Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.  2269
  Strike, brave boys, and take your turns.  2270
  Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.  2271
  Strong reasons make strong actions.  2272
  Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.  2273
  Such a nature, tickled with good success, disdains the shadow which he treads on at noon.  2274
  Such a noise arose as the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, as loud and to as many tunes,—hats, cloaks, doublets, I think, flew up; and had their faces been loose, this day they had been lost.  2275
  Such an act, that blurs the grace and blush of modesty, calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose from the fair forehead of an innocent love, and sets a blister there.  2276
  Such men as he be never at heart’s ease whiles they behold a greater than themselves.  2277
  Such war of white and red within her cheeks.  2278
  Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.  2279
  Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature.  2280
  Summer’s parching heat.  2281
  Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.  2282
  Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief still fears each bush an officer.  2283
  Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.  2284
  Sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.  2285
  Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.  2286
  Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair; and at their heels, a huge infectious troop of pale distemperatures and foes to life.  2287
  Sweets to the sweet; farewell!  2288
  Sweets with sweets war not; joy delights in joy.  2289
  Take all the swift advantage of the hour.  2290
  Talk logic with acquaintances, and practise rhetoric in your common talk.  2291
  Talkers are no good doers.  2292
  Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.  2293
  Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.  2294
  Tell him there’s a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news.  2295
  Than dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, if thou but think’st him wronged, and mak’st his ear a stranger to thy thoughts.  2296
  Thanks, the exchequer of the poor.  2297
  That blind, rascally boy that abuses every one’s eyes, because his own are out.  2298
  That hook of wiving, fairness which strikes the eye.  2299
  That is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or where a man is—being—whereby—he may be thought to be accommodated, which is an excellent thing.  2300
  That man that has a tongue, I say, is no man if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.  2301
  That orbed continent, the fire that severs day from night.  2302
  That same dew, which sometime on the buds was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, stood now within the pretty flowerets’ eyes, like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.  2303
  That strumpet—Fortune.  2304
  That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence.  2305
  That word “grace” in an ungracious mouth is but profane.  2306
  That’s a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.  2307
  The air of paradise did fan the house, and angels officed all.  2308
  The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.  2309
  The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.  2310
  The April’s in her eyes; it is love’s spring, and these the showers to bring it on.  2311
  The babbling gossip of the air.  2312
  The benediction of these covering heavens fall on their heads like dew.  2313
  The best quarrels, in the heat, are cursed by those that feel their sharpness.  2314
  The best way is to slander Valentine with falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent,—three things that women highly hold in hate.  2315
  The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.  2316
  The bitter clamour of two eager tongues.  2317
  The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.  2318
  The blind cave of eternal night.  2319
  The blind monster with uncounted heads, the still discordant, wavering multitude.  2320
  The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity’s revolt to wantonness.  2321
  The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps o’er a cold decree: such a hare is madness, the youth, to skip o’er the meshes of good counsel, the cripple.  2322
  The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; and ready mounted are they to spit forth their iron indignation against your walls.  2323
  The chariest maid is prodigal enough if she unmask her beauty to the moon.  2324
  The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.  2325
  The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat wake the god of day.  2326
  The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance.  2327
  The crickets sing, and man’s overlabored sense repairs itself by rest.  2328
  The cripple, tardy-gaited night, who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp so tediously away.  2329
  The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.  2330
  The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness is like a villain with a smiling cheek.  2331
  The devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape.  2332
  The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.  2333
  The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs—he will give the devil his due.  2334
  The dread of something after death, that undiscovered country, from whose bourne no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear the ills we have, than fly to others that we know not of.  2335
  The due of honor in no point omit.  2336
  The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, and these are of them.  2337
  The earth, that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb.  2338
  The elegancy, facility and golden cadence of poesy.  2339
  The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.  2340
  The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.  2341
  The end crowns all; and that old common arbitrator, Time, will one day end it.  2342
  The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.  2343
  The eye of day hath oped its lids.  2344
  The eyes of women are Promethean fires.  2345
  The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.  2346
  The first Retort Courteous; the second the Quip Modest; the third the Reply Churlish; the fourth the Reproof Valiant; the fifth the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh the Lie Direct.  2347
  The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.  2348
  The flighty purpose never is o’ertook unless the deed go with it.  2349
  The fool doth think he is wise.  2350
  The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.  2351
  The game is up.  2352
  The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day is crept into the bosom of the sea.  2353
  The gentleness of all the gods go with thee.  2354
  The glorious sun stays in his course, and plays the alchemist, turning with splendor of his precious eye the meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.  2355
  The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; they are polluted offerings, more abhorred than spotted livers in the sacrifice.  2356
  The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.  2357
  The grief that does not speak whispers the overfraught heart and bids it break.  2358
  The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed.  2359
  The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.  2360
  The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. The goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it ever fair.  2361
  The harder matched, the greater victory.  2362
  The heart’s attorney.  2363
  The heart’s meteors tilting in the face.  2364
  The hearts of all his people shall revolt from him, and kiss the lips of unacquainted change.  2365
  The honor of a maid is her name.  2366
  The houses that he makes last till doomsday.  2367
  The icy precepts of respect.  2368
  The inaudible and noiseless foot of time.  2369
  The instances, that second marriage move, are base respects of thrift, but none of love.  2370
  The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing.  2371
  The king’s name is a tower of strength.  2372
  The king-becoming graces—devotion, patience, courage, fortitude.  2373
  The labor we delight in physics pain.  2374
  The letter is too long by half a mile.  2375
  The light wife doth make a heavy husband.  2376
  The love of heaven makes one heavenly.  2377
  The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact.  2378
  The man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.  2379
  The man was noble, but with his last attempt he wiped it out, destroyed his country; and his name remains to the ensuing age abhorred.  2380
  The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven’s offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.  2381
  The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.  2382
  The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.  2383
  The moon, the governess of floods, pale in her anger, washes all the air, that rheumatic diseases do abound; and, through this distemperature, we see the seasons alter.  2384
  The more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even Christian.  2385
  The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.  2386
  The native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.  2387
  The nature of bad news affects the teller.  2388
  The night is long that never finds the day.  2389
  The nightingale, if he should sing by day, when every goose is cackling, would be thought no better a musician than the wren. How many things by season seasoned are to their right praise and true perfection!  2390
  The part was aptly fitted and naturally performed.  2391
  The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.  2392
  The pleasantest angling is to see the fish cut with her golden oars the silver stream, and greedily devour the treacherous bait.  2393
  The poor wren, the most diminutive of birds, will fight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl.  2394
  The poorest service is repaid with thanks.  2395
  The present eye praises the present object.  2396
  The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.  2397
  The reconciling grave swallows distinction first, that made us foes, that all alike lie down in peace together.  2398
  The red rose on triumphant brier.  2399
  The ripest fruit first falls.  2400
  The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.  2401
  The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.  2402
  The sense of death is most in apprehension.  2403
  The short and the long of it.  2404
  The silver livery of advised age.  2405
  The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.  2406
  The soul of this man is in his clothes.  2407
  The spring, the summer, the chill autumn, angry winter, change their wonted liveries.  2408
  The stars above govern our condition.  2409
  The sun is in the heaven; and the proud day, attended with the pleasures of the world, is all too wanton.  2410
  The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.  2411
    *  *  *  the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.  2412
  The swallowing gulf of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.  2413
  The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.  2414
  The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime.  2415
  The time is out of joint.  2416
  The tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony.  2417
  The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen as is the razor’s edge invisible.  2418
  The trees by the way should have borne men, and expectation fainted, longing for what it had not.  2419
  The unfolding star calls up the shepherd.  2420
  The very coinage of your brain.  2421
  The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.  2422
  The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.  2423
  The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven’s lieutenants.  2424
  The weakest goes to the wall.  2425
  The weariest and most loathed worldly life that age, ache, penury, and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise to what we fear of death.  2426
  The weary sun hath made a golden set, and by the bright track of his fiery car, gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.  2427
  The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.  2428
  The whining schoolboy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school.  2429
  The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.  2430
  The white wonder of Juliet’s hands.  2431
  The will of man is by his reason sway’d.  2432
  The wise man knows himself to be a fool.  2433
  The word is short, but not so short as sweet.  2434
  The world is still deceived by ornament.  2435
  The wound of peace is surety, surety secure; but modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise; the tent that searches to the bottom of the worst.  2436
  The wounds invisible that Love’s keen arrows make.  2437
  Then kissed me hard, as if he plucked up kisses by the roots, that grew upon my lips.  2438
  Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.  2439
  There appears much joy in him, even so much that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness. A kind overflow of kindness,—there are no faces truer than those that are so washed.  2440
  There are few die well that die in a battle.  2441
  There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.  2442
  There are no tricks in plain simple faith.  2443
  There can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is in his clothes.  2444
  There I’ll rest, as after much turmoil a blessed soul doth in Elysium.  2445
  There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.  2446
  There is a history in all men’s lives.  2447
  There is flattery in friendship.  2448
  There is many a man hath more hair than wit.  2449
  There is no art whereby to find the mind’s construction in the face.  2450
  There is no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.  2451
  There is no darkness but ignorance.  2452
  There is no fettering of authority.  2453
  There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man’s commendation with woman than report of valor.  2454
  There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.  2455
  There is no such sport as sport by sport o’erthrown.  2456
  There is no terror in your threats; for I am armed so strong in honesty that they pass by me as the idle wind which I respect not.  2457
  There is no time so miserable but a man may be true.  2458
  There is no vice so simple, but assumes some mark of virtue on its outward parts.  2459
  There is no virtue like necessity.  2460
  There is none but he whose being I do fear; and, under him, my genius is rebuked, as it is said Antony’s was by Cæsar.  2461
  There is nothing but roguery to be found in villanous men.  2462
  There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.  2463
  There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.  2464
  There is some soul of goodness in things evil, would men observingly distil it out.  2465
  There is thy gold; worse poison to men’s souls.  2466
  There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer.  2467
  There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.  2468
  There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.  2469
  There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently, however they have writ the style of gods, and made a push at chance and sufferance.  2470
  There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture.  2471
  There’s a skirmish of wit between them.  2472
  There’s a small choice in rotten apples.  2473
  There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.  2474
  There’s a time for all things.  2475
  There’s neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.  2476
  There’s no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought, all dissemblers.  2477
  There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.  2478
  There’s place and means for every man alive.  2479
  There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance;  *  *  *  and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.  2480
  There’s some ill planet reigns; I moist be patient till the heavens look with an aspect favorable.  2481
  There’s such divinity doth hedge a king.  2482
  Therefore doth heaven divide the state of man in divers functions, setting endeavor in continual motion.  2483
  Thersites’s body is as good as Ajax’s neither are alive.  2484
  These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i’ the alehouse.  2485
  These blessed candles of the night.  2486
  These exactions whereof my sovereign would have note, they are most pestilent to the hearing; and, to bear ’em, the back is sacrifice to the load.  2487
  These lies are like the father that begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable.  2488
  These should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.  2489
  These words are razors to my wounded heart.  2490
  They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.  2491
  They are not constant, but are changing still.  2492
  They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.  2493
  They are the abstracts, and brief chronicles of the time.  2494
  They are the books, the arts, the academies, that show, contain, and nourish all the world.  2495
  They do not love, that do not show their love.  2496
  They have a plentiful lack of wit.  2497
  They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. They have lived long in the alms-basket of words!  2498
  They laugh that win.  2499
  They say, an old man is twice a child.  2500
  They say, best men are moulded out of faults, and, for the most, become much more the better for being a little bad!  2501
  They say, poor suitors have strong breaths.  2502
  They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.  2503
  They that have voice of lions and act of hares,—are they not monsters?  2504
  They that stand high have many blasts to shake them; and if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.  2505
  They that touch pitch will be defiled.  2506
  They whose guilt within their bosoms lie imagine every eye beholds their blame.  2507
  They, judgment and reason, have been grandjurymen since before Noah was a sailor.  2508
  Thieves for their robbery have authority, when judges steal themselves,  2509
  Things are often spoke and seldom meant.  2510
  Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward to what they were before.  2511
  Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.  2512
  Things may serve long, but not serve ever.  2513
  Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.  2514
  Things without remedy should be without regard; what is done is done.  2515
  Think on thy sins.  2516
  Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar?  *  *  *  Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, and heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies?  *  *  *  And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue, that gives not half so great a blow to hear as will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire?  2517
  Think’st thou I’ll endanger my soul gratis?  2518
  This avarice sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root than summer-seeding lust.  2519
  This bodes some strange eruption to our state.  2520
  This day shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.  2521
  This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease; he is wit’s peddler.  2522
  This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.  2523
  This heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I’ll weep.  2524
  This is an art which does mend nature,—change it rather; but the art itself is nature.  2525
  This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist.  2526
  This majestical roof, fretted with golden fire.  2527
  This muddy vesture of decay.  2528
  This was the most unkindest cut of all.  2529
  This word, “rebellion,” it had froze them up, as fish are in a pond.  2530
  Those gold candles fixed in heaven’s air.  2531
  Those happy smilets that played on her ripe lip seemed not to know what guests were in her eyes; which parted thence as pearls from diamonds dropped.  2532
  Those men who destroy a healthful constitution of body by intemperance and an irregular life do as manifestly kill themselves as those who hang or poison or drown themselves.  2533
  Those mouth-made vows, which break themselves in swearing.  2534
  Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.  2535
  Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? Ay, a tailor, sir; a stone-cutter or a painter could not have made him so ill, though he had been but two hours at the trade.  2536
  Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.  2537
  Thou art sworn as deeply to affect what we intend as closely to conceal what we impart.  2538
  Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.  2539
  Thou hast seen a farmer’s dog bark at a beggar?  *  *  *  And the creature run from the cur? There thou might’st behold the great image of authority: a dog’s obeyed in office.  2540
  Thou nursest all, and murderest all, that are.  2541
  Thou tell’st me there is murder in my eye: ’tis pretty, sure, and very probable that eyes—that are the frailest and softest things, who shut their coward gates on atomies—should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers!  2542
  Thou wrong’st a gentleman who is as far from thy report as thou from honor.  2543
  Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.  2544
  Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.  2545
  Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.  2546
  Though Fortune’s malice overthrow my state, my mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.  2547
  Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty, for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.  2548
  Though justice be thy plea, consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation. We do pray for mercy; and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.  2549
  Though love use reason for its precision, he admits him not for his councillor.  2550
  Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women’s faces are their own faults’ books.  2551
  Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.  2552
  Though those that are betrayed do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe.  2553
  Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, yet, with my nobler reason, against my fury do I take part; the rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.  2554
  Thought is free.  2555
  Thought is the slave of life, and life time’s fool; and time, that takes survey of all the world, must have a stop.  2556
  Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.  2557
  Thoughts are winged.  2558
  Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; arm it in rags, a pygmy’s straw doth pierce it.  2559
  Throw physic to the dogs, I’ll none of it.  2560
  Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.  2561
  Thus I clothe my naked villany with old odd ends, stolen out of holy writ; and seem a saint when most I play the devil.  2562
  Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.  2563
  Thy eternal summer shall not fade.  2564
  Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.  2565
  Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.  2566
  Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.  2567
  Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound’s mouth—it catches.  2568
  ’T is a physic that is bitter to sweet end.  2569
  ’T is modesty that makes them seem divine.  2570
  ’T is too much proved that with devotion’s visage and pious action we do sugar o’er the devil himself.  2571
  ’Tis a monster begot upon itself, born on itself.  2572
  ’Tis but a base ignoble mind that mounts no higher than a bird can soar.  2573
  ’Tis deeds must win the prize.  2574
  ’Tis government that makes them seem divine.  2575
  ’Tis neither here nor there.  2576
  ’Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.  2577
  ’Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in.  2578
  ’Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.  2579
  Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.  2580
  Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, and delves the parallels in beauty’s brow.  2581
  Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.  2582
  Time is the king of men; he is both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.  2583
  Time is the nurser and breeder of all good.  2584
  Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.  2585
  Time yet serves, wherein you may redeem your tarnished honors, and restore yourselves into the good thoughts of the world again.  2586
  Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.  2587
  To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to read and write comes by nature.  2588
  To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.  2589
  To be honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.  2590
  To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?  2591
  To be once in doubt is once to be resolved.  2592
  To beguile many and be beguil’d by one.  2593
  To build upon a foolish woman’s promise!  2594
  To business that we love we rise betime, and go to ’t with delight.  2595
  To fear the worst, oft cures the worst.  2596
  To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess.  2597
  To hold, as ’twere, the mirror up to nature.  2598
  To lapse in fulness is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood is worse in kings than beggars.  2599
  To leave this keen encounter of our wits, and fall somewhat into a slower method.  2600
  To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.  2601
  To make a virtue of necessity.  2602
  To revenge is no valor, but to bear.  2603
  To say you are welcome were superfluous.  2604
  To show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and presence.  2605
  To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.  2606
  To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences.  2607
  To that dauntless temper of his mind he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor to act in safety.  2608
  To what base uses may we return! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till it find it stopping a bunghole? As thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth: of earth we make loam. And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer barrel?  2609
  To whom God will, there be the victory!  2610
  To wilful men the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.  2611
  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.  2612
  Too much of a good thing.  2613
  Too much sadness hath congealed your blood.  2614
  Traffic’s thy god; and thy god confound thee!  2615
  Travelers must be content.  2616
  Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.  2617
  Treason and murder ever kept together, as two yolk-devils sworn to either’s purpose.  2618
  Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.  2619
  Trust not him that hath once broken faith.  2620
  Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, for villainy is not without such rheum.  2621
  Truth hath a quiet breast.  2622
  Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.  2623
  Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.  2624
  Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they’ll fill a pit as well as better.  2625
  Two may keep counsel putting one away!  2626
  Two may keep counsel when the third’s away.  2627
  Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.  2628
  Unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets.  2629
  Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.  2630
  Unquiet meals make ill digestion.  2631
  Unthread the rude eye of rebellion.  2632
  Upon such sacrifices the gods themselves throw incense.  2633
  Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper sprinkle cool patience.  2634
  Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.  2635
  Urge them while their souls are capable of this ambition, lest zeal, now melted by the windy breath of soft petitions, pity and remorse, cool and congeal again to what it was.  2636
  Use almost can change the stamp of nature.  2637
  Use every man after his desert, and who should escape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity; the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.  2638
  Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.  2639
  Vaulting ambition, which overleaps itself.  2640
  Venus smiles not in a house of tears.  2641
  Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.  2642
  Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others’ eyes to spread itself.  2643
  Violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die; like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume.  2644
  Virtue is beauty.  2645
  Virtue is bold and goodness never fearful.  2646
  Virtue is chok’d with foul ambition.  2647
  Virtue itself escapes not calumnious strokes.  2648
  Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, and vice sometimes by action dignified.  2649
  Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.  2650
  Virtue’s office never breaks men’s troth.  2651
  Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.  2652
  War ’twixt you twain would be as if the world should cleave, and that slain men should solder up the rift.  2653
  Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this multitude.  2654
  Watch thou, and wake when others be asleep, to pry into the secrets of the state.  2655
  We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.  2656
  We defy augury; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.  2657
  We do pray for mercy; and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.  2658
  We have scotch’d the snake, not killed it.  2659
  We have seen better days.  2660
  We have some salt of our youth in us.  2661
  We know what we are, but know not what we may be.  2662
  We may outrun by violent swiftness that which we run at, and lose by overrunning.  2663
  We must be brief when traitors brave the field.  2664
  We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.  2665
  We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly.  2666
  We must be patient; but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i’ the cold ground.  2667
  We must follow, not force Providence.  2668
  We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.  2669
  We must not rend our subjects from our laws, and stick them in our will. Sixth part of each? A trembling contribution! Why, we take from every tree lop, bark, and part o’ the timber; and though we leave it with a root thus hacked, the air will drink the sap.  2670
  We must not stint our necessary actions in the fear to cope malicious censurers.  2671
  We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.  2672
  We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.  2673
  We wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.  2674
  We’ll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there’s no labouring i’ the winter.  2675
  We’re not ourselves when Nature, being oppressed, commands the mind to suffer with the body.  2676
  We, ignorant of ourselves, beg often our own harm, which the wise powers deny us for our good; so find we profit by losing of our prayers.  2677
  Weariness can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth finds the down pillow hard.  2678
  Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.  2679
  Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.  2680
  Well, ’tis no matter; honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off, when I come on? how then? Can honor set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no: Honor hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honor? a word. What is in that word honor? What is that honor? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. ’Tis insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I’ll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon; and so ends my catechism.  2681
  Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.  2682
  Well, I’ll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.  2683
  Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.  2684
  Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.  2685
  Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.  2686
  Well-apparelled April on the heel of limping winter treads.  2687
  Were man but constant, he were perfect.  2688
  What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.  2689
  What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!  2690
  What a spendthrift he is of his tongue!  2691
  What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.  2692
  What fate imposes, men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.  2693
  What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and godlike reason to fust in us unused.  2694
  What is aught but as ’tis valued?  2695
  What is more miserable than discontent?  2696
  What is the matter, that this distempered messenger of wet, the many-colored Iris, rounds thine eye?  2697
  What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say.  2698
  What rein can hold licentious wickedness, when down the hill he holds his fierce career?  2699
  What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?  2700
  What subtle hole is this?  2701
  What thou wilt, thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile, than hew to it with thy sword.  2702
  What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?  2703
  What! canst thou say all this and never blush?  2704
  What! have I ’scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?  2705
  What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?  2706
  What’s a drunken man like?—Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him, and a third drowns him.  2707
  What’s brave, what’s noble, let’s do it after the high Roman fashion, and make death proud to take us.  2708
  What’s gone and what’s past help should be past grief.  2709
  What’s the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.  2710
  What, man! defy the devil? Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.  2711
  When a gentleman is disposed to swear it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.  2712
  When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again.  2713
  When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks.  2714
  When devils will the blackest sins put on, they do suggest at first with heavenly shows.  2715
  When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.  2716
  When he is best, he is little worse than a man; and when he is worst he is little better than a beast.  2717
  When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.  2718
  When I was at home, I was in a better place; but travelers must be content.  2719
  When impious men bear sway, the post of honor is a private station.  2720
  When love begins to sicken and decay it useth an enforced ceremony.  2721
  When old Time shall lead him to his end, goodness and he fill up one monument.  2722
  When remedies are past, the griefs are ended.  2723
  When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.  2724
  When the age is in, the wit is out.  2725
  When the fox hath once got in his nose, he’ll soon find means to make the body follow.  2726
  When the moon shone, we did not see the candle, so doth the greater glory dim the less; a substitute shines brightly as a king, until a king be by; and then his state empties itself, as doth an inland brook into the main of waters.  2727
  When the splitting wind makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks.  2728
  When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?  2729
  When we our betters see bearing our woes, we scarcely think our miseries our foes.  2730
  When well-apparelled April on the heel of limping winter treads.  2731
  When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.  2732
  Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?  2733
  Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity (so it be new, there is no respect how vile) that is not quickly buzzed into the ears?  2734
  Where is any author in the world teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye?  2735
  Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.  2736
  Where the offence is, let the great axe fall.  2737
  Which to believe of her must be a faith that reason without miracle shall never plant in me.  2738
  Whilst thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.  2739
  White, cold, virgin snow.  2740
  Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back.  2741
  Whither are they vanished? Into the air; and what seemed corporal melted, as breath into the wind.  2742
  Who can cloy the hungry edge of appetite?  2743
  Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in?—Such may rail against great buildings.  2744
  Who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea?  2745
  Who has a heart so pure but some uncleanly apprehensions keep leets and law-days, and in session sit with meditations lawful?  2746
  Who is it can read a woman?  2747
  Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.  2748
  Who rises from a feast with that keen appetite that he sits down?  2749
  Who shall be true to us, when we are so unsecret to ourselves?  2750
  Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.  2751
  Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect the thoughts of others!  2752
  Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain which with pain purchased doth inherit pain.  2753
  Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears: if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.  2754
  Why, then the world’s mine oyster, which I with sword will open.  2755
  Why, this is very midsummer madness.  2756
  Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin’s fee; and, for my soul, what can it do to that, being a thing immortal.  2757
  Will is deaf, and hears no heedful friends.  2758
  Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.  2759
  Windows, white and azure-laced with blue of heaven’s own tinct.  2760
  Winking Maybuds begin to ope their golden eyes.  2761
  Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.  2762
  Wise men ne’er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.  2763
  Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.  2764
  Wisely, and slow; they stumble that run fast.  2765
  Wish chastely, and love dearly.  2766
  Wit larded with malice.  2767
  With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder.  2768
  With his eyes in flood with laughter.  2769
  With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.  2770
  With silence, nephew, be thou politic.  2771
  With the losers let it sympathize; for nothing can seem foul to those that win.  2772
  With this kiss take my blessing. God protect thee!  2773
  Within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, scoffing his state.  2774
  Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.  2775
  Words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.  2776
  Words pay no debts, give her deeds.  2777
  Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.  2778
  Words without thoughts never to heaven go.  2779
  Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.  2780
  Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?  2781
  Yet he’s gentle, never schooled and yet learned.  2782
  Yon gray lines that fret the clouds are messengers of day.  2783
  Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds.  2784
  You are my true and honorable wife, as dear to me as the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart.  2785
  You cram these words into mine ears, against the stomach of my sense.  2786
  You gave with them words of so sweet breath composed, as made the things more rich.  2787
  You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.  2788
  You may as well say that’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.  2789
  You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.  2790
  You may ride us with one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere with spur we heat an acre.  2791
  You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.  2792
  You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue.  2793
  Your children were vexation to your youth.  2794
  Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.  2795
  Your gentleness shall force, more than your force move us to gentleness.  2796
  Your play needs no excuse.  2797
  Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that’s the end.  2798
 
 
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