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Hat come so near creation? Move these eyes?
Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs
The counterfeit presentment.
Have is have, however men do catch.
For it so falls out,
That what we have, we prize not to the worth,
M. V. iii. 2.
H. iii. 4.
K. J. i. 1.
M. A. iv. 1
Jove and my stars be prais'd, here is yet a postscript!
T. N. ii. 5.
T. A. iii. 4.
C. iv. 5.
Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid.
As we do turn our backs
From our companion, thrown into his grave;
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away; leave their false vows with him,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.
Anon, a careless herd
T. A. iv. 2.
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him; Ay, quoth
A. Y. ii. 1.
Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,
T. A. iii. 4.
K. L. iv. 6.
No, Madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor; though many of the rich are damned.
A. W. i. 3.
H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1.
C. i. 1.
A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.
O perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
We had need pray,
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages: all men's honours
A. M. ii. 4.
Into what pitch he please.
H.VIII. ii. 2.
In his livery
The worthiness of praise distains his worth
If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth:
But what the rip'ning enemy commend,
That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
T.C. i. 3.
Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T.A. ii. 2.
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off,
You shall not be
The grave of your deserving: Rome must know
Cram us with praise, and make us
T. iv. 1.
C. i. 9.
As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless,
Our praises are our wages.
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
Cautious they praise, who purpose not to sell.
W.T. i. 9.
Marry, Sir, they praise me and make an ass of me: now my foes tell me plainly, I'm an ass; so that by my foes, Sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself.
Not with fond shekels of the tested gold;
We, ignorant of ourselves,
T. N. v. 1.
M. M. ii. 2.
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers.
By losing of our prayers.
A. C. ii. 1.
When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
As if I did but only chew his name;
And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
M. M. ii. 4.
When holy and devout religious men
R. III. iii. 7.
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence,
A thousand knees,
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
I pray thee leave me to myself to-night;
W.T. iii. 2
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike.
PREACHING AND PRACTICE.
Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach,
R. J. iv. 3.
Cym. iii. 2. him to pray. T. N. iii. 4.
H.VI. PT. I. iii. 1.
What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
That beetles o'er his base into the sea?
Lord Angelo is precise;
Stand at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
H. i. 4.
Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The observ'd of all observers.
M. M. i. 5.
H. iii. 1.
'Tis the curse of service;
Preferment goes by letter, and affection,
Not by the old gradation, where each second
Oft it chances, in particular men,
By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;
Shall in the general censure take corruption
Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
O. i. 1.
H. i. 4.
A. W. v. 3.
I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. M. V. iii. 1.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine.
PRESENT PLEASURES AND PAINS.
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief. PRESUMPTION.
Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:
It is not so with him that all things knows,
M. ii. 5.
M. M. iii. 2.