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The violence of either grief or joy,

Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.


O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,-
Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another,
Within their alabaster innocent arms.


So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Guiltiness will speak

Though tongues were out of use.

H. iii. 2.

R. III. iv. 3.

Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in it?

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H. iv. 5.

0. v. 1.

H. iii. 2.

H. i. 1.


The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed.

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. T.C. v. ii.

Infected minds

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. M. v. 1.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below;
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.


I have liv'd long enough; my way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have; but, in their stead,

H. iii. 3.

Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,`
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

M. v. 3.


What win the guilty, gaining what they seek?

A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy!
For one sweet grape, who will the vine destroy?

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?

Or sells eternity to get a toy?



HABIT (See also CUSTOM).


For use almost can change the stamp of nature
And either curb the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators,

Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice driven bed of down.


H. iii. 4.

O. i. 3.

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
H. IV. PT. II. v. 3.


Stoop, boys: this gate

Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you
To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs
Are arch'd so high, that giants jet through
And keep their impious turbans on, without
Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!
We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.


Cym. iii. 3.

A halter, gratis; nothing else, for God's sake. M. V. iv. 1. HAND.

O, that her hand,

In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Writing their own reproach; -To whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughmen.


T. C. i. 1.

O Lord! he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. M. A. i. 1.


O the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it: of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: Your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counters, so the acquittance follows.

Cym. v. 4.

A heavy reckoning for you, Sir; but the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart


reeling with too much drink;—***


purse and brain both Cym. v. 4. Hanging is the word, Sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cook'd.

Cym. v. 4.

I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is miserable.

Some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen.


Each object with a joy; the counterchange
Is severally in all.

T. i. 1.

C. ii. 1.


Cym. v. 5.

But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into through another man's eyes!


A. Y. v. 2.


If it were now to die,

"Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,

My soul hath her content so absolute,

Succeeds in unknown fate.

O. ii. 1.

M.V. v. 1.

That not another comfort like to this

HARMONY OF the Spheres.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim :
Such harmony is in immortal souls;--
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he
Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make

Only my wars with him: he is a lion

That I am proud to hunt.

Nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,

C. i 1.


Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in 's heart.
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
That I may live to say,-the dog is dead!
How like a fawning publican he looks!
I hate him, for he is a christian :
But more, for that, in low simplicity,
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.

Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
I should lament thy miserable state.

C. i. 10.

R. III. iv. 4.

I pr'ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York;
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.

M.V. i. 3.

H. VI. PT. III. i. 4.

I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool,
To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield
To christian intercessors.

If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the antient grudge I bear him. HEART.

M. V. iii. 3.

M. V. i. 3.

A good leg will fall; a strait back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.

A light heart lives long.

But his flaw'd heart,

(Alack, too weak the conflict to support!)

H.V. v. 2.

L. L. v. 2.

Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
Burst smilingly.

K. L. v. 3.


Of six preceding ancestors, that gem

Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,
Hath it been own'd and worn.

A. W. v.3

It is an honour 'longing to our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors.

Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world,
In me to lose.


There is an old tale goes, that Пerne, the hunter,
Some time a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter time, at still midnight,

A. W. iv. 2.

HERNE'S OAK,-continued.

Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle;
And makes milch kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
M. W. iv. 4.


Such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote where services are done. H.V. iii. 6.

What a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on!


Either our history shall, with full mouth,

Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave,

H. V. iii. 6.

Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
Nor worship'd with a waxen epitaph.

By his light,

Did all the chivalry of England move

To do brave acts: he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

A true knight;

H.V. i. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 3.

Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word,
Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue;
Not soon provok'd, nor, being provok'd, soon calm'd:
His heart and hand both open, and both free;

For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath:
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;
For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes
To tender objects, but he, in heat of action,
Is more vindicative than jealous love.

Now, whether it be

Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple

Of thinking too precisely on the event,

T.C. iv. 5.

A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom,
And, ever, three parts coward,-I do not know
While yet I live to say,-This thing's to do.


Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

H. iv. 4.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

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