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What a god's gold, that he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, than where swine feed ! 'tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the foam ; settlest admired reverence in a slave : to thee be worship! and thy saints for aye be crown'd.with plagues, and thee alone obey.-TIM. V., 1.

Two Gentlemen of Verona.

A man is never undone, till he be hanged.—LAUN. Act II., Scene 5.

Cease to lament for that thou can’st not help.—PRO.

III., 1.

Duty never yet did want his meed.—SIL. II., 4.

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.-VAL. III., 1.

Experience is by industry achiev’d, and perfected by the swift course of time.-ANT. I., 3.

Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.—Luc. I., 2.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.-VAL. I., 1.

He that is so yoked by a fool, methinks should not be chronicled for wise. — VAL. I., 1.

He wants wit, that wants resolved will to learn his wit to exchange the bad for better.—PRO. II., 6.

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, and manage it against despairing thoughts.-PRO. III., 1.

I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.-Luc. I., 2.

Love is like a child, that longs for every thing that he can come by.—DUKE, III., 1.

Maids, in modesty, say No, to that which they would · have the profferer construe, Ay.JUL. I., 2.

My love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.--PRO, II., 4.

My ears are stopp’d, and cannot hear good news, so much of bad already hath possess’d them.-VAL. III., 1.

Make a virtue of necessity.—2 Out. IV., 1.

O, how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,

And by and by a cloud takes all away.-PRO. I., 3.

Spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, the more it grows, and fawneth on her still.-Pro. IV., 2.

They love least, that let men know their love.Luc. I., 2.

The current, that with gentle murmur glides, thou know'st, being stopp’d, impatiently doth rage; but, when his fair course is not hindered, he makes sweet music with the enameld stones, giving a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; and so by many winding nooks he strays, with willing sport, to the wild ocean.—JUL. II., 7.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.-VAL. III., 1.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.-Pro. III., 1.

To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue. LAUN. III., 1.

The private wound is deepest.-VAL. V., 4.

W Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? DUKE, III., 1.

Romeo and Juliet.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun peer'd forth the golden window of the east, a troubled mind drave me to walk abroad.-BEN. Act I., Scene 1.

Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, than twenty of their swords.-Rom. II., 2.

Ah, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lament. able chance !-FRI. V., 3.

But he, his own affections' counsellor, is to himself -I will not say, how true—but to himself so secret and so close, so far from sounding and discovery, as is the bud bit with an envious worm.-Mon. I., 1.


Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring ; your tributary drops belong to woe, which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.-JUL. III., 2.

Banishment, is death mis-term’d; calling deathbanishment, thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, and smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.-Rom. III., 3.

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Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure, as know.-Mon. I., 1.

Compare her face with some that I shall shew, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.-BEN. I., 2.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, and where care lodges, sleep will never lie: but where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.-FRI. II., 3.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament.—JUL. II., 6.

Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.-MER. III., 1.

Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest with more of thine.Rom. I., 1.

Go, counsellor ; thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.--JUL. III., 5.

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