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Q, they have lived long in the alms-basket of words.
Let not his smoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wise, and circumspect."
L. L. v. 1.
H.VI. PT. II. i. 1.
When blows have Liade me stay, I fled from words. C. ii. 2.
WORDS, MERETRICIOUS ABлSe of.
They that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton. T. N. iii. 1.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women, merely players:
Aud then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
Ev'n in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Under the canopy.
A. Y. ii. 7.
C. iv. 5.
The varying shore o' the world.
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woful pageants, than the scene
A. C. iv. 13.
A. Y. ii. 7.
O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
On a dissention of a doit, break out
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
C. iv. 4.
A bad world, I say! I would, I were a weaver; I could sing all manner of songs. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.
How you speak!
Did you but know the city's usuries,
And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court,
Is certain falling; or so slippery, that
The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war,
A pain that only seems to seek out danger
I' the name of fame, and honour, which dies i' the search;
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well;
Must court'sey at the censure:-O, boys, this story,
Cym. iii. 3.
A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: See how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? K. L. iv. 6
It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
R. III. iii. 2.
M. V. i. 1.
Fie, fie, fie! Pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet,
O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
K. L. iv. 6.
Come, let's away to prison:
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,-
As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out,
Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Than of his outward show, which, God he knows,
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm,
You have too much respect upon the world:
Men's evil manners live in brass: their virtues
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones. WORMS.
K. L. v. 3
R. III. iii. 1.
M. iv. 2.
M. V. i. 1.
K. J. iv. 3.
H. VIII. iv. 2.
J.C. iii. 2.
Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us; and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end.
H. iv. 3.
A man may fish with a worm that eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Ù gods! who is't can say, I'm at the worst
The worst is not,
So long as we can say,-This is the worst.
й iv. 3.
K. L iv. 1.
K. L. iv. 1
The private wound is deepest.
A discontented friend, grief-shot
With his unkindness.
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.
O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
T.G. v. 4.
C. v. 1
K. L. iv. 2
And not relent, or not compassion in him? Tit. And. iv. 1.
H.IV. PT. I. iv. 3
And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not;
A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace.
H.V. iii. 1.
L. L. iii. 1.
He capers, he dances, he has the eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't.
A violet in the youth of primy nature.
She is young, and apt;
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
Young blood doth not obey an old decree.
For in her youth
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
M. W. iii. 2.
H. i. 3.
T. A. i. 1.
L. L. iv. 3
Such as moves men; besides, she hath prosperous art
And well she can persuade.
M. M. i. 3.
Briefly die their joys,
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
Cym. v. 5
We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
T. S. i. 2.
A proper stripling, and an amorous!
He hears merry tales, and smiles not: I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth.
When his headstrong riot hath no curb,
M. V. i. 2.
H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.
I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
T. N. i. 5.
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars,
My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out,
T. N. v. 1.
Thou unnecessary letter!
K. L. ii. 2.