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The apprehension of the good, gives but the greater feeling to the worse : fell sorrow's tooth did never rankle more, than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.—BOLING. I., 3.

The ripest fruits first falls.-K. Rich. II., 1.

The task he undertakes is—numb’ring sands, and drinking oceans dry.-GREEN, II., 2.

That is not forgot, which ne'er I did remember.PERCY, II., 3.

The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, and not neglected; else, if heaven would and we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; the proffer'd means of succour and redress.-BISHOP, III., 2.

The worst is—death, and death will have his day.K. Rich. III., 2.

They well deserve to have, that know the strong'st and surest way to get.-K. Rich. III., 3.

Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.K. RICH. III., 3.

The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; that fear, to hate ; and hate turns one, or both, to worthy danger, and deserved death.-K. Rich. V., 1.

The word is short, but not so short as sweet ; no word like pardon, for kings' mouths so meet.-Duch. V., 3.


Violent fires soon burn out themselves; small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes.—GAUNT. II., 1,


Woe doth the heavier sit, where it perceives it is but faintly borne.-GAUNT. I., 3.


Words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.—AUM. 4.

Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain.-GAUNT. II., 1.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, and so your follies fight against yourself. -CAR. III., 2.

Who are the violets now, that strew the green lap of new-come spring ?-Duch. V., 2.


You may my glories and my state depose, but not my griefs ; still I am king of those.-K. Rich. IV., 1.

Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares down.-K. Rich. IV., 1.



A maiden never bold; of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion blush'd at herself.-BRA. Act I., Scene 3.

An admirable musician ! 0, she will sing the savageness out of a bear !-OTH. IV., 1.


prove us, praise us.—LOD. V., 1.


Beware, my lord, of jealously; it is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.-IAGO, III., 3.

But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; they are not ever jealous for the cause, but jealous for they are jealous.-EMIL. III., 3.


Dull not device by coldness and delay.—IAGO, II., 3.

Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; but, with a little act upon the blood, burn like the mines of sulphur.-Iago, III., 3.


Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls.-Iago, III., 3.

Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use.--Iago, V., 1.


He requires your haste-post-haste appearance.-CAS. I., 2.

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; still question’d me the story of my life, from year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, that I have pass’d.-OTH. I., 3.

Here's my husband; and so much duty as my mother shew'd to you, preferring you before her father, so much I challenge that I may profess due to the Moor, my lord.-Des. I., 3.

He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears but the free comfort which from thence he hears : but he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, that, to pay grief, must of poor patience to borrow.-BRA. I., 3.

His good nature prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio, and looks not on his evils.—Mon. II., 3.

Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all.—Cas. II., 3.

How poor are they that have not patience !-IAGO, II., 3.

He echoes me, as if there were some monster in his thought too hideous to be shewn.—OTH. III., 3.

He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, let him not know it, and he's not robb’d at all. --OTH. III., 3.

Had it pleas’d heaven to try me with affliction; had he rain'd all kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul a drop of patience.—OTH. IV., 2.


I am not what I am.-Iago, I., 1.

If such actions may have passage free, bond-slave, and pagans, shall our statesmen be.—Bra. I., 2.

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver of my whole course of love. --OTH. I., 3.

I never. yet did hear, that the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear. -BRA, I., 3.

I am not merry; but I do beguile the thing I am, by seeming otherwise.-Des. II., 1.

It gives me wonder great as my content, to see you here before me.-OTH. II., 1.

I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, as thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts the worst of words.--OTH. III., 3.

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