Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
So 'a cried out 'God, God, God!
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords!
They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table.
I say no more than truth, so help me God!
I know that a woman is a dish for
the gods, if the devil dress her not.
O, God forgive my sins and pardon thee!
So help me God, as I have watch'd the night-
Ay, night by night- in studying good for England!
My conscience, thou art fetter'd
More than my shanks and wrists; you good gods, give me
The penitent instrument to pick that bolt,
Then, free for ever!
You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
And to poor we
Thine enmity's most capital: thou bar'st us
Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
That all but we enjoy.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts in one.
And then for her
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism,
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the god
With his weak function.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast,
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
Look down you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.- from The Tempest
God pardon all oaths that are broke to me God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee.
I, I, I myself
sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand, and hiding
mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge,
and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags,
your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and
your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour!
'As by lot, God wot' and then you know, 'It came to pass, as most like it was.'
Honour, high honour, and renown,
To Hymen, god of every town!
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
But truly, these same
whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women, for in
every ten that they make the devils mar five.
What should it be that he respects in her
But I can make respective in myself,
If this fond Love were not a blinded god?
But what thou art, God, thou, and I, do know;
And all too soon, I fear, the King shall rue.
Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,
Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune,
Thy valour and thy heart- thou art a traitor;
False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince;
And from th' extremest upward of thy head
To the descent and dust beneath thy foot,
A most toad-spotted traitor.
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men. My dearest lord, bless'd, to be most accursed, Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes; Are made thy chief afflictions.
Tis mad idolatry; To make the service greater than the god.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards.
I tremble still with fear; but if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
To sunder them that yoke so well together.
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
What's the matter
That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble Senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
Would feed on one another?
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the gods.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
Under what title shall I woo for thee
That God, the law, my honour, and her love
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?
God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Let us revenge this with our pikes ere we become
rakes; for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in
thirst for revenge.
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