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Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men may read strange matters.-LADY M. I., 5.
Your spirits shine through you.-MACB. III., 1.
You all know, security is mortal's chiefest enemy.Hec. III., 5.
Your case of sorrow must not be measur'd by his worth, for then it hath no end.Rosse, V., 7.
Troilus and Cressida.
A woman impudent and mannish grown is not more loath'd than an effeminate man in time of action.PATR. Act III., Scene 3.
A plague of opinion ! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.—THER. III., 3.
Blunt wedges rive hard knots.-ULYS, I., 3.
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear. CRES. III., 2.
Checks and disasters grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d; as knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap, infect the sound pine, and divert his grain tortive and errant from his course of growth.–AGAM. I., 3.
Emulation hath a thousand sons, that one by one pursue.-ULYSS. III., 3.
Firm of word ; speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue.-ULYSS. IV., 5.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.—ACHIL. III., 3.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding.-PAN. I., 1.
Her hand, in whose comparison all whites are ink.TRO. I., 1.
I I am weaker than a woman's tear, tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance.--TRO. I., 1.
I cannot fight upon this argument; it is too starv’d a subject for my sword.—TRO. I., 1.
Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?-PAN. I., 2.
In the reproof of chance lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth, how many shallow bauble boats dare sail upon her patient breast, making their way with those of nobler bulk? But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage the gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold the strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, bounding between the two moist elements, like Perseus' horse.-NEST. I., 3.
grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.TRO. IV., 4.
It is the purpose, that makes strong the vow: but vows to every purpose must not hold.-Cas. V., 3.
M Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise, the tent that searches to the bottom of the worst.—HECT.
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores of will and judgment.--Tro. II., 2.
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown too headstrong for their mother.-CRES. III., 2.
Men, like butterflies, shew not their mealy wings, but to the summer; and not a man, for being simply man, hath any honour : but honour for those honours that are without him, as place, riches, favour prizes of accident as oft as merit.--ACHIL. III., 3.
My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr’d ; and I myself see not the bottom of it.—ACHIL. III., 3.
Nature craves, all dues be render'd to their owners. -HECT. II., 2.
No man is the lord of any thing, (though in and of him there be much consisting,) till he communicate his parts to others.-ULYSS. III., 3.
O heavens, what some men do, while some men leave to do! How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, while others play the idiots in her eyes! how one man eats into another's pride, while pride is fasting in his wantonness ?-Ulyss. III., 3.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Ulyss. III., 3.
Omission to do what is necessary seals a commission to a blank of danger.-PATR. III., 3.
O heart, O heavy heart,
Patience herself, what goddess e’er she be, doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.—Tro. I., 1.
Pride hath no other glass to shew itself, but pride; for supple knees feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.-ULYSS. III., 3.
Perseverance, dear my lord, keeps honour bright.ULYSS. III., 3.
Sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.-Tro. I., 1.
She is a pearl, whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships.-Tro. II., 2.
Some joy too fine, too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness.—TRO. III., 2.
This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant.--ALEX. I., 2.
Time must friend, or end.-PAN, I., 2.
The worthiness of praise distains his worth, if that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: but what the repining enemy commends, that breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.-ÆNE. I., 3.
The lustre of the better shall exceed, by shewing the worse first.--Ulyss. I., 3.
'Tis mad idolatry, to make the service greater than the god.-HECT. II., 2.