the deed of saying is quite out of use. Το promise is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will, or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.

Timon of Athens. Act V, Sc. 1.

LET virtue seek

'Remuneration for the thing it was;

For beauty, wit,

High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating Time.

One touch of nature makes the whole world
kin,

That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,

Though they are made and moulded of things

past,

And give to dust that is a little gilt

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

Troilus and Cressida. Act III, Sc. 3.

ET me not live

LE

After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

The

World

Hood

winked

Dupes of

Novelty

Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive

senses

All but new things disdain; whose judgments

are

Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies

Expire before their fashions.

All's Well That Ends Well. Act I, Sc. 2.

Past

Achievement no Shield from

Envy

UNGRATEFUL DAYS

~IME hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

A great-sized monster of ingratitudes.
Those scraps are good deeds past, which are
devour'd

As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done. Perseverance, dear my lord,

Keeps honour bright; to have done is to
hang

Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail

In monumental mockery.

Take the instan way;

For honour travels in a strait so narrow

Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path;

For emulation hath a thousand sons

That one by one pursue. If you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by
And leave you hindmost;

Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O'er-run and trampled on.

Troilus and Cressida. Act III, Sc. 3.

E must not stint

WE

Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope malicious censurers; which ever,
As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new-trimm'd, but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is
Not ours or not allow'd; what worst, as oft,
Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
For our best act. If we shall stand still,
In fear our notion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we sit, or sit
State-statues only. Henry VIII. Act I, Sc. 2.

Defy
Malice

"For-
tune
and

Men's
Eyes"

The Penalty of Independ

ence

A
Motto

for

Time

Servers

IS certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune,

'T'

Must fall out with men too. What the declin'd is,

He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,

Show not their mealy wings but to the sum

mer,

And not a man, for being simply man,

Hath any honour, but honour'd for those honours

That are without him, as place, riches and favour,

Prizes of accident as oft as merit.

Troilus and Cressida. Act III, Sc. 3.

AY, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou❜lt catch cold shortly.

NA

AND

Let go

ND there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking. Let thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following; but

the great one that goes upward, let it draw

thee after.

FOR

King Lear. Act II, Sc. 4.

SLANDER

OR greatest scandal waits on greatest
state. The Rape of Lucrece. Line 1,006.

'OR slander's mark was ever yet the fair.

FOR

Sonnet LXX.

VIRTUE itself 'scapes not calumnious
Hamlet. Act I, Sc. 3.

VIRTI

strokes.

BE

E thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
thou shalt not escape calumny.
Hamlet. Act III, Sc. 1.

O might nor greatness in mortality

calumny

The whitest virtue strikes. What king so

strong

Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
Measure for Measure. Act III, Sc. 2.

Slander

Beauty

Virtue

Purity

Greatness