Imatges de pÓgina


And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.

T.C. iv. 4.
Portia, adieu ! I have too griev'd a heart
To take a tedious leave.

M.V. ii. 7.
At once, good night:-
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

M. iii. 4.
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. A.C. i. 3.
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit, that we shake hands and part;
You, as your business, and desire, shall point you :-
For every man hath business, and desire,
Such as it is,—and for mine own poor part,
Look you, I will go pray.

H. i. 5.
'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving jealous of his liberty.

R. J. ii. 2.
Here is my hand for my true constancy;
And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,
Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
Torment me for my love's forgetfulness.

T.G. ii. 2.
Wilt thou begone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree ;
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. R. J. ii. 5.
I did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him,
How I would think on him, at certain hours,
Such thoughts, and such ;

or have charg'd him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
T encounter me with orisons; for then,
I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

Cym. i. 4.








Tend me to-night;
May be, it is the period of your duty;
Haply, you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow : perchance, to-morrow,
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine bonest friends;
I turn you not away; but, like a master,

Married to your good service, stay till death. A.C. iv, 2. PARTY RANCOUR.

These days are dangerous !
Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition,
And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand.

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


All the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows.

T. iii. 1. PASSIONS, CONFLICTING (See also Emotions).

Thou think’st 'tis much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix'd,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear:
But if thy flight lay towards the raging sea,
Thou’dst meet a bear i’ the mouth. When the mind's free,
The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else,
Save what beats there.


Poor chastity is rifled of her store,
And lust, the thief, far poorer than before.


This will be pastime passing excellent
If it be husbanded with modesty.

T. S. Ind. 1.
Say, what abridgment have you for this evening ?
What mask ? what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight? M. N. v. 1.

Courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy,
As bombast, and as lining to the time.

L. L. v. 2. PAICHING.

Any thing that's mended, is but patched : virtue, that transgresses, is but patched with sin; and sin, that amends is but patched with virtue.

T. N. i.5.

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

T.C. i. 1.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

H.V. ii. 1.
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.

0. ii. 3.
young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.

0. iv.2. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Mingle their spurs together.

Cym. iv. 2. Grow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine His perishing root, with the increasing vine.

Cym. iv. 2. 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. T.G. iii. 1. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile ; We lose it not, so long as we can smile, 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. 0. 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.

H. ii. 4.
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. 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.


I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.

T. v.1.

I do oppose

My patience to his fury; and am arm’d
To suffer with a quietness of spirit,
The very tyranny and rage of his.

M.V.iy. 1.
Henceforth, I'll bear
Affliction, till it do cry out itself,
Enough, enough, and die.

K. L. iv. 6. PATRIOTISM.

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
The name of honour, more than I fear death. J.C. i. 2.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !
A foe to tyrants and my country's friend. J.C. v. 4.
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
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 !

R. III. iii. 4. PAUSING.

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

T. ii, 1, PAYMENT. He is well paid, that is well satisfied.

M.V.iv. 1, Fair payment for foul words, is more than due. L. L. iv. 1. PFACE.

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

H. VI. pr. 1. i. 3,
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. L. L. v. 2.
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.

H. VIII. v. 4.


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 hound 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 visagd 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.

R. III. i. 1.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 2.
Now is the winter of our discontent
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. R. III. i. 1.

The sea being smooth,

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

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. R.III. ii. 1.

Who should study to preserve a peace
If holy churchmen take delight in broils ?

H. VI. PT. 1. iii. 1.
Peace be to me, and every one that dares not fight.

I. L. i. 1.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness, and humility.

H. V. iii. 1.
What, drawn, and talk of peace ?

R.J. i. 1. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

C.iv. 5.

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