O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Knock at his study, where they say he keeps
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
Tell him Revenge is come to join with him,
And work confusion on his enemies.
I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of
his own respect.
Well, sir, learn to jest in good time;
there's a time for all things.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
No profit grows where no pleasure is taken In brief, sir, study what you most affect
So help me God, as I have watch'd the night-
Ay, night by night- in studying good for England!
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching.
The King hath sent to know
The nature of your griefs; and whereupon
You conjure from the breast of civil peace
Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
Audacious cruelty.
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars and intend their death.
Sir, I am too old to learn.
Learn, good soul,
To think our former state a happy dream;
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are
Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,
To grim Necessity; and he and
Will keep a league till death.
But your discretions better can persuade
Than I am able to instruct or teach;
And, therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let us still continue peace and love.
Is not birth, beauty, good
shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth,
liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service.
If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness;
Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;
Muffle your false love with some show of blindness;
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;
Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one Exceeding wise, fair-spoken and persuading Lofty and sour to them that loved him not But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester,
Malevolent to you In all aspects,
Which makes him prune himself and bristle up
The crest of youth against your dignity.
Good counsel, marry; learn it, learn it, Marquis.
I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I
love her; and that is good English.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus:
There is no virtue like necessity.
They have been at a great feast of learning, and stolen the scraps.
O this learning, what a thing it is!
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks Small have continuous plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books.
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France,
I thought King Henry had resembled thee
In courage, courtship, and proportion;
But all his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
His champions are the prophets and apostles;
His weapons, holy saws of sacred writ;
His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canonized saints.
For so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach; The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
I do desire to learn, sir; and I hope, if you have occasion
to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare; for truly,
sir, for your kindness I owe you a good turn.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
If that the Dauphin there, thy princely son,
Can in this book of beauty read 'I love,'
Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen;
For Anjou, and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers,
And all that we upon this side the sea-
Except this city now by us besieg'd-
Find liable to our crown and dignity,
Shall gild her bridal bed, and make her rich
In titles, honours, and promotions,
As she in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any princess of the world.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ,
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
The whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
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