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Thus to persist in doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, but makes it much more heavy.-HECT. II., 2.
The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.—Ulyss. II., 3.
To be wise, and love, exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.-CRES. III., 2.
They pass’d by me, as misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me good word, nor look.—ACHIL. III., 3.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, wherein he puts alms for oblivion, a great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes; those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd as fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.—ULYSS. III., 3.
To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion ; like a rusty mail in monumental mockery.—Ulyss. III., 3.
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.ULYSS. III., 3.
Things in motion sooner catch the eye, than what not stirs.-Ulyss. III., 3.
Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves. -PATR. III., 3.
The end crowns all; and that old common arbitrator, Time, will one day end it.—HECT. IV., 5.
To such as boasting shew their scars, a mock is due.—TRO. IV., 5.
Valour's show, and valour's worth divide, in storms of fortune.--NEST. I., 3.
What is aught, but as ’tis valued ?-Tro. II., 2.
Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well, the world's large spaces cannot parallel.-PAR. II., 2.
Words pay no debts, give her deeds. Pan. III., 2. When right with right wars, who shall be most right? -TRO. III., 2.
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing. -Ulyss. III., 3.
Why tell you me of moderation ? the grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, and violenteth in a sense so strong as that which causeth it.—CRES. IV., 4.
While others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity.--TRO. IV., 4.
Wert thou an oracle to tell me so, I'd not believe thee.-HECT. IV., 5.
Your silence, cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws my very soul of counsel.-CRES. III., 2.
You train me to offend you.—HECT. V., 3.
Timon of Athens.
A most incomparable man ; breath’d, as it were, to an untirable and continuate goodness.-MER. Act I., Scene 1.
A prodigal course is like the sun's ; but not like his, recoverable.-Luc. SERV. III., 4.
As you are great, be pitifully good.—ALCIB. III., 5.
Ceremony was but devis’d at first, to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shewn; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.—Tim. I., 2.
His large fortune, upon his good and gracious nature hanging, subdues and properties to his love and tendance all sorts of hearts.-POET, I., 1.
He, that loves to be flattered, is worthy o' the flatterer.—APEM. I., 1.
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer the worst that man can breathe.—1 SEN. III., 5.
He, and myself, have travell’d in the great shower of your gifts, and sweetly felt it.—Pain. V., 1.
His discontents are unremoveably coupled to nature. - 1 SEN. V., 2.
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own.—Tim. I., 2.
I'm rapt, and cannot cover the monstrous bulk of this ingratitude with any size of words.—POET, V., 1.
No levell’d malice infects one comma in the course I hold.-POET, I., 1.
O, that men's ears should be to counsel deaf, but not to flattery.—APEM. I., 2.
Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.--ALCIB. III., 5.
Revenge is no valour, but to bear.—1 SEN. III., 5.
т The fire i’ the flint shews not, till it be struck.POET, I., 1.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.—Tim. I., 1.
There is no crossing him in his humour.-FLAV. I., 2.
'Tis deepest winter in lord Timon's purse ; that is, one may reach deep enough, and yet find little.—Luc. SERV. III., 4.
To be in anger, is impiety ; but who is man, that is not angry?-ALCIB. III., 5.
'Twas time, and griefs, that fram’d him thus : time, with his fairer hand, offering the fortunes of his former days, the former man may make him.—2 SEN. V., 2.
W When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, it stains the glory in that happy verse which aptly sings the good. -POET, I., 1.
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, who can bring noblest minds to basest ends !-FLAV. IV.,3.
Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men ?Tim. V., 1.
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light.PAIN. V., 1.