Imatges de pàgina
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My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, shall manifest me rightly.-IAGO, I., 2.

My particular grief is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, that it engluts and swallows other sorrows, and it is still itself.-BRA. I., 3.

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, my very noble and approv'd good masters, that I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, it is most true true I have married her, the very head and front of my offending hath this extent, no more.—Отн. I., 3.

My hopes, not surfeited to death, stand in bold cure. -CAS. II., 1.

Men should be what they seem; or, those that be not, would they might seem none !—IAGO, III., 3.

P

Preferment goes by letter, and affection, not by the old graduation, where each second stood heir to the first.-IAGO, I., 1.

Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short.IAGO, II., 3.

R

Rude am I in my speech, and little bless'd with the set phrase of peace.-OTH. I., 3.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.-IAGO, II., 3.

S

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.-OTH. I., 3.

She lov'd me for the dangers I had passed; and I lov'd her, that she did pity them.—Отн. I., 3.

She puts her tongue a little in her heart, and chides with thinking.-IAGO, II., 1.

Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle from her propriety.-ОTH. II., 3.

She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice in her goodness, not to do more than she is requested.—IAGO, II., 3.

So prove it, that the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, to hang a doubt on.-ОTH. III., 3.

T

There is no composition in these news, that gives them credit.-DUKE, I., 3.

Take up this mangled matter at the best: men do their broken weapons rather use, than their bare hands. —Duke, I., 3,

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, is the next way to draw new mischief on.-DUKE, I., 3.

The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief; he robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.DUKE, I., 3.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, hath made the flinty and steel couch of war my thrice-driven bed of down.-OTH. I., 3.

To my unfolding lend a prosperous ear.-DES. I., 3.

'Tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus.—IAGO, I., 3.

To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.-IAGO, II., 1.

'Tis the soldier's life, to have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife.-ОTH. II., 3.

To be once in doubt, is—once to be resolv’d.—Отн. III., 3.

"Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.-OтH. III., 3.

Trifles, light as air, are, to the jealous, confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.-IAGO, III., 3.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul, that in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.—IAGO, III., 3.

The hearts, of old, gave hands: but our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts.-ОтH. III., 3.

'Tis not a year or two shews us a man.-EMIL. III., 3.

This the noble nature whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue the shot of accident, nor dart of chance, could neither graze nor pierce?-LOD. IV., 1.

Those, that do teach young babes, do it with gentle

means, and easy tasks: he might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding.-DES. IV., 2.

This is the night, that either makes me, or fordoes me quite.-IAGO, V., 1.

U

Unkindness may do much; and his unkindness may defeat my life, but never taint my love.-DES. IV., 2.

W

When my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern, 'tis not long after but I will wear my heart on my sleeve for daws to peck at.—IAGO, I., 1.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, by seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.DUKE, I., 3.

With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.—IAGO, II., 1.

When I have a suit, wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, it shall be full of poize and difficulty, and fearful to be granted.-DES. III., 3.

Who has a breast so pure, but some uncleanly apprehensions keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit with meditations lawful?-IAGO, III., 3.

Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing: 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; but he, that filches from me my good name,

robs me of that, which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.-IAGO, III., 3.

Y

You shall more command with years, than with your weapons.-OTH. I., 2.

Much Ado about Nothing.

A

A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers.-LEON. Act I., Scene 1.

C

Comparisons are odorous.-DOGB. III., 5.

E

Every one can master a grief, but he that has it.BENE. III., 2.

F

Fashion wears out more apparel than the man.CON. III., 3.

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