Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure,
And to that woman, when she has done most,
Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.
Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure,
And to that woman, when she has done most,
Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.
What tedious homily of love have
you wearied your parishioners withal, and never cried 'Have
patience, good people.
It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all obedience;
And so am I for Phebe.
I pray you, sir, take patience.
I do beseech you, sir, have patience.
ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none His flight was madness when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love: what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic-
For such proceeding I am charged withal-
I won his daughter.
Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.
When you are hearing a matter
between party and party, if you chance to be pinch'd with the
colic, you make faces like mummers, set up the bloody flag
against all patience, and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss
the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
I will be the pattern of all patience.
I laughed him out of patience and that nightI laughed him into patience and next morn,Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed.
That which in mean men we entitle patience, is pale, cold cowardice in noble breasts.
The king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them, but abound
In the division of each several crime,
Acting it many ways.
Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves-
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
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