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PATIENCE.

He, that would have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry

the grinding.

T.C. i. I.

H.V. ii. 1.

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft ;
And wit depends on dilatory time.

Thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.

I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs together.

Grow, patience!

And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root, with the increasing vine.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,
And study help from that which thou lament'st.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
We lose it not, so long as we can smile,

O. ii. 3.

0. iv. 2.

Cym. iv. 2.

Cym. iv. 2.

T. G. iii. 1.

He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears
But the free comfort which from thence he hears:
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow,

That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. O. i. 3,

Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.

T. N. ii. 5.

That which in mean men we entitle patience,
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

R. II. i. 2.

O, gentle son,

Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper,

Sprinkle cool patience.

Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,

On the Rialto, you have rated me

About my monies, and my usances:

Still I have borne it with a patient shrug:
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

H. ii. 4.

M.V. i. 3.

Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause;
They can be meek that have no other cause.
A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain,
As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.

C. E. ii. 1.

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If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love

T. v. 1.

M.V. iv. 1.

K. L. iv. 6.

J. C. i. 2.

The name of honour, more than I fear death.

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants and my country's friend.

There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,

J.C. v. 4.

As easily as a king.

J. C. i. 2.

Our subjects, Sir,

Will not endure his yoke.

Cym. iii. 5.

PATRONAGE.

O momentary grace of mortal men,

Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!

PAUSING.

R. III. iii. 4.

Look, he is winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

PAYMENT.

He is well paid, that is well satisfied.

T. ii. 1.

M. V. iv. 1.

Fair payment for foul words, is more than due. L. L. iv. 1. PEACE.

Fie, lords that you, being supreme magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace.

Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.

H. VI. PT. I. i. 3.

In her days, every man shall eat in safety,
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.

L. L. v. 2.

H. VIII. v. 4.

PEACE,-continued.

Peace be to France; if France in peace permit
Our just and lineal entrance to our own!

If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven.

K. J. ii. 1.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,—
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.

Now is the winter of our discontent

R. III. i. 1.

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

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

The sea being smooth,

How many shallow bauble boats dare sail'
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk.

R. III. i. 1.

T. C. i. 3

Keep peace, upon your lives;

He dies, that strikes again. What is the matter?

K. L. ii. 2.

If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire

To reconcile me to his friendly peace:

'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
Who should study to preserve a peace
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

R.III. ii. 1.

H. VI. PT. 1. iii. 1.

Peace be to me, and every one that dares not fight.

In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness, and humility.

What, drawn, and talk of peace?

L. L. i. 1.

H. V. iii. 1.

R. J. i. 1.

C. iv. 5.

This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

PEACE,-continued.

Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy: mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible.

Still, in thy right hand, carry gentle peace.

C. iv. 5.

H.VIII. iii. 2.
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war,
And make fair weather in your blust'ring land. K.J. v. 1.

Thy threatening colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
And be no further harmful than in show.

PEDANT.

Like a pedant, that keeps a school i' the church.

PEDANTRY.

Idle words, servants to shallow fools,
Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!

K. J. v. 2.

T. N. iii. 2.

Busy yourselves in skull-contending schools;
Debate, where leisure serves, with dull debaters.

PEDLAR.

Poems.

He hath ribands of all the colours i' the rainbow; points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a sheangel; he so chaunts to the sleeve hand, and the work about the square on't.

PENITENCE.

By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.

PEOPLE.

The people are the city.

W.T. iv. 3.

T. G. v. 4.

K. J. iv. 1.

C. iii. 1.

PERCEPTION, HUMAN.
What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes,
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones
Upon the unnumber'd beach; and can we not
Partition make, with spectacles so precious,
"Twixt fair and foul?

Cym. i. 7.

PERDITION.

I'll be damned for ne'er a king's son in Christendom.
H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

O thou sun,

Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! darkling stand
The varying shore o' the world!

PERFECTION.

More than report can promise, fancy blazon,
Is true perfection.

Is this your perfectness ?-begone, you rogue.
FEMALE.

She that was ever fair, and never proud;
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud;
Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay;
Fled from her wish, and yet said, Now I may;
She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,
Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly:

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A. C. iv. 13.

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She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind,
See suitors following, and not look behind.

PERIL.

Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can
Hold out this tempest.

Poems.

L. L. v. 2.

O. ii. 1.

K. J. iv. 3.

For mine own part, I have not a case of lives; the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it.

PERJURY.

H.V. iii. 2.

Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury! L. L. v. 2. PERPLEXITY.

Sure one of you does not serve heaven well; that you are so crossed.

PERSECUTION.

O God, defend me! how am I beset!
What kind of catechizing call you

Disloyal? No:

M. W. iv. 5.

this?

M. A. iv. 1.

She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes,

More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would take in some virtue.

PERSEVERANCE.

Perséverance, dear my lord,

Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail

In monumental mockery.

Cym. iii. 2.

T.C. iii. 3.

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