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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 bacs,

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.

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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;
Or, as the heresies that men do leave,

Are hated most of those they did deceive.—

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.

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 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.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.-
OBE. II., 1.

If you were men, as men you are in show, you would not use a gentle lady so.-HEL. III., 2.

I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bones.-Bor. IV., 1.

I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, and duty in his service perishing.-HIP. V., 1.

It is not enough to speak, but to speak true.-Lys. V., 1.

If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men.-THE. V., 1.

L

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.-HEL. I., 1.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.-THE. V., 1.

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, in least, speak most, to my capacity.-THE. V., , 1.

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