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As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
But most it is presumption in us, when
The help of heaven we count the act of men.

My pretext to strike at him admits

A good construction.


A. W. ii. 1.

C. v. 5.

You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you. A.W. v. 3. PRIDE.

I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
T. C. ii. 3.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! T. N. iii. 4.
He that is proud, eats up himself; pride is his own glass,
his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises
itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it
Cry,-No recovery.

Harsh rage,

Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain;
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Loseth men's hearts.

I am too high-born to be property'd,

To be a secondary at controul,

Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign.

T.C. ii 3.

T.C. ii. 3.

H. IV. PT. I. iii. 1

An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride.

I cannot tell

What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye
Pierce into that; but I can see his pride

K. J. v. 2.

T. C. ii. 3.

Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that?
If not from hell, the devil is a niggard;

Or has given all before, and he begins

A new hell in himself.

H. VIII. i. 1.

Things small as nothing, for request's sake only,

He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness;
And speaks not to himself, but with a pride
That quarrels at self-breath.

T. C. ii. 3.

Small things make base men proud: this villain, here,
Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more

Than Burgulus, the strong Illyrian pirate.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1.


Pride hath no other glass

To show itself, but pride; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.


T.C. iii. 3.

Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart you may call it melancholy if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride.


T.C. ii. 3.

Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.

PRINCE, DEGenerate.

C. i. 1.

Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses!
H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.


It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words.


What will this come to?

He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coffer;

Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this,

To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good;
His promises fly so beyond his state,

That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes
For every word; he is so kind, that he now
Pays interest for it


In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

Stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday, with eclipse.

No natural exhalation in the sky,
No scape of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his natural cause,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven,
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.

L. L. i. 2.

T. A. i. 2.

\ H. i. 1.

H. i. 1.

K. J. iii. 4.


Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,

In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the capitol:
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,

Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

J.C. ii. 2,

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.


His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last;

For violent fires soon burn out themselves:

J.C. ii. 2.

Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes;

With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,

Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness fore-runs the good event. PROLIXITY.

The date is out of such prolixity.


R. II. ii. 1.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 2.

R. J. i. 4.

Promising is the very air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act : and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed is quite out of use. To promise, is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will and testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.

T. A. v. 1.

His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he now is, nothing. H. VIII. iv. 2.
I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers:

You taught me-first to beg; and now, methinks,
You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd.

M.V. iv. 1.


I. i. 6.

Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.

The king is kind; and, well we know, the king
Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.


H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3,

Many so arrive at second masters, upon their first lord's


T. A. iv 3


Anticipating time with starting courage.

T.C. iv. 5.

For at hand,

Not trusting to this halting legate here,

Whom he hath used rather for sport than need,
Is warlike John.


Let the end try the man.

Let proof speak.


K. J. v. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2.

Cym. iii. 1.

What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?
You have among you many a purchas'd slave;
Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,
You use in abject, and in slavish parts,
Because you bought them: shall I say to you,
Let them be free, marry them to your heirs!
Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds
Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates
Be season'd with such viands. You will answer,
The slaves are ours:-so do I answer you.


As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,

M.V. iv. 1.

Command an argosy to stem the waves. H. VI. PT. III. ii. 6. PROSCRIPTION.

No port is free; no place,

That guard, and most unusual vigilance,

Does not attend my taking.


He puts transgression to't.

K. L. ii. 3.

M. M. iii. 2.


Prosperity's the very bond of love;

Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together,
Affliction alters.

When mine hours

Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives

Of me for jests.


W.T. iv. 3.

A. C. iii. 11.

Come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two

of most sage saws.


Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,

T. N. iii. 4.

When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us,


There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.


Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think?


Take up this mangled matter at the best:
Men do their broken weapons rather use
Than their bare hands.

When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection :
Which if we find outweighs ability,

What do we then but draw anew the model
In fewer offices; or, at least, desist

To build at all? Much more, in this great work
(Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down,
And set another up) should we survey

The plot of situation, and the model;
Consent upon a sure foundation;
Question surveyors, know our own estate,
How able such a work to undergo,
To weigh against his opposite; or else
We fortify in paper, and in figures,

Using the names of men, instead of men:

Like one, that draws the model of a house

H. v. 2.

T. N. iii. 1.

Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost

A naked subject to the weeping clouds,

O. i. 3.

And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.


Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?


All superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.

Doom'd for a certain time to walk the night,
And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away.

T. N. ii. 3.

R. II. iii. 4.

H. i. 5.

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