robs me of that, which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.-IAGO, III., 3. Y You shall more command with years, than with your weapons.-ОTH. I., 2. Much Ado about Nothing. A A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers.-LEON. Act I., Scene 1. с Comparisons are odorous.-DoGB. III., 5. E Every one can master a grief, but he that has it.— BENE. III., 2. F Fashion wears out more apparel than the man.CON. III., 3. H How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping?-LEON. I., 1. He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.-BEAT. I., 1. He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness.-D. PEDRO, II., 3. I I know, her spirits are as coy and wild as haggards of the rock.-HERO. III., 1. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps: some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.-HERO. III., 1. It so fall out, 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 shew us whiles it was ours. -FRIAR, IV., 1. S Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.-CLAUD. II., 1. T They that touch pitch will be defiled.-DOGB. III., 3. The ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baes, will never answer a calf when he bleats.-DOGB. III., 3. 'Tis 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.-LEO. V., 1. There was never yet philosopher, that could endure the tooth-ach patiently; however they have writ the style of gods, and made a push at chance and sufferance.-LEON. V., 1. W When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.-BORA. III., 3. Why, what's the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? -D. PEDRO, V., 4. Y D. Pedro. You have a merry heart. Beat. Yea, my lord: I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.-II., 1. Alidsummer Night's Dream. A Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; turn melancholy forth to funerals, the pale companion is not. for our pomp.-THE. Act I., Scene 1. As a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Lys. II., 3. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.-Lys. III., 2. B But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.-THE. I., 1. By all the vows that ever men have broke, in number more than ever women spoke.-HER. I., 1. Bootless speed! when cowardice pursues, and valour flies.-HEL. II., 2. D Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, the ear more quick of apprehension makes.—HER. III., 2. H His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered.-THE. V., 1. I I woo'd thee with my sword, and won thy love, doing thee injuries; but I will wed thee in another key, with pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.— THE. I., 1. If there were a sympathy in choice, war, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it; making it momentary as a sound, 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 so quick bright things come to confusion.-Lys. I., 2. I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.-Bor. I., 2. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on you.-HEL. II., 2. It is not night, when I do see your face, therefore I think I am not in the night: nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; for you, in my respect, are all the world.-HEL. II., 2. |