I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
Mine honour for his truth; who being so heighten'd,
He watered his new plants with dews of flattery,
Seducing so my friends; and to this end
He bow'd his nature, never known before
But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
Mine honour for his truth; who being so heighten'd,
He watered his new plants with dews of flattery,
Seducing so my friends; and to this end
He bow'd his nature, never known before
But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
Faith, for their poverty, I know, not where they had that; and
for their bareness, I am surd they never learn'd that of me.
We are born to die.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind.
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!
Tis pride that pulls the country down.
No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life.
I will lay trust upon thee, and thou shalt find a dearer
father in my love.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparalleled.
Justice, most gracious Duke; O, grant me justice!
In delay we waste our lights in vain like lamps by day.
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right.
What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
Withal I did infer your lineaments,
Being the right idea of your father,
Both in your form and nobleness of mind;
Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpose
Untouch'd or slightly handled in discourse.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet appearing blood, and the examples
Of every minute's instance, present now,
Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms;
Not to break peace, or any branch of it,
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.
Shall I tell you why Ay, sir, and wherefore for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Could I come near your beauty with my nails; I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Men's faults to themselves seldom appear.
'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!
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first The odds for high and low's alike.
I would not be cured, youth.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal
That never may ill office or fell jealousy,
Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Receive each other.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
If music be the food of love, play on.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and
target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall
end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind
freely, or the blank verse shall halt fort.
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
He that dies this year is quit for the next.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short youth is nimble, age is lame Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped.
All happiness unto my lord the King!
O Fate, take not away thy heavy hand!
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.
Why he's the Jupiter of men.
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
JAQUES A fool, a fool I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool a miserable world As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms and yet a motley fool. 'Good.
In youth when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet;
To contract- O- the time for- a- my behove,
O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet.
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