He's follow'd both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret

stones:

Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause;
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land,
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
And more, and less, do flock to follow him.

K. HENRY IV., PART II., A.1, s. 1.

REPENTANCE NEVER TOO LATE.

KATHERINE. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

PETRUCHIO. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
KATH. What, in the midst of the street?
PET. What, art thou ashamed of me?
KATH. No, sir; God forbid :-but ashamed
to kiss.

PET. Why, then, let's home again :-Come, sirrah, let's away.

KATH. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.

PET. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet

Kate;

Better once than never, for never too late.

TAMING OF THE SHREW, A. 5, s. 1.

REPENTANCE NEVER TOO LATE. CONFESS yourself to heaven; Repent what's past: avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost on the weeds, To make them ranker.

HAMLET, A. 3, s. 4.

REPOSE.

WISELY, and slow; They stumble, that run fast.

ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 2, s. 3.

REPUTATION NECESSARY FOR

HAPPINESS.

My dear, dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is-spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
Is-a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
Take honour from me, and my life is done:
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
In that I live, and for that will I die.

K. RICHARD II., a. 1, s. 1.

SACREDNESS OF MARRIAGE. CESAR. You take from me a great part of myself;

Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest
band

Shall pass on thy approof.-Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of virtue, which is set
Betwixt us, as the cement of our love,
To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter
The fortress of it: for better might we

Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.

ANTONY.

You shall not find,

Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep

you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part.

CES. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well;

The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

ANT. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring,

And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerful.

Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's down feather,

That stands upon the swell at full of tide,

And neither way inclines.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 3, s. 2.

SECURITY IS MORTAL'S CHIEFEST ENEMY.

1ST WITCH. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly.

HECATE. Have I not reason, beldams as you

are,

you dare

Saucy, and over-bold? How did
To trade and traffick with Macbeth,
In riddles, and affairs of death,
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?

And, which is worse, all you have done,
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful: who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron

Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms, and everything beside.
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal-fatal end.

Great business must be wrought ere noon :
Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it comes to ground:
And that, distill'd by magick slights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security

Is mortal's chiefest enemy.

Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

MACBETH, A. 3, s. 5.

SEEING CONTRARY.

NEVER man so chang'd:

I told him of the army that was landed;

He smil'd at it: I told him, you were coming; His answer was, The worse: of Gloster's treachery, And of the loyal service of his son,

When I inform'd him, then he call'd him sot;

And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out:What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to

him;

What like, offensive.

KING LEAR, A. 4, s. 2.

SELF-MURDER.

WE would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of life.

HAMLET, A. 4, s. 1.

SHORT-LIV'D WITS WITHER AS THEY GROW.

MARIA. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast,

Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Falconbridge solémnized,

In Normandy saw I this Longaville:
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd ;
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
(If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,)
Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare that come within his power.
PRINCESS. Some merry mocking lord, belike;
is't so ?

MAR. They say so most, that most his humours know.

PRIN. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, A. 2, s. 1.