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Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
These things seem small, and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. PERTINACITY.
Nay, I will; that's flat:
He said, he would not ransom Mortimer;
You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have
Zounds, I will speak of him: and let my soul
I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
T. iii. 3.
H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.
M. N. iv. 1.
Thou injurious tribune!
As high i' the air as this unthankful king,
As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
C. iii. 2.
M. V. iv. 1.
C. iii. 3.
H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
C, iii. 3.
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
This is the very coinage of your brain:
Brave conquerors,-for so you are,
Hang up philosophy!
C. iii. 1.
H. iii. 4.
We have our philosophical persons, to make familiar things, supernatural and causeless.
R.J. iii. 3.
Blest are those,
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
L. L. i. 1.
J.C. iv. 3.
R. J. iii. 3.
M. A. v. 1.
K. L. iii. 4.
K. L. iii. 4.
We make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit an unknown fear.
ourselves to A. W. ii. 3. modern and A. W. ii. 3.
Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable.
Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.
If thou could'st, doctor, cast
There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:
Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture.
M. v. 3.
Whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, 'twould have made Nature immortal, and Death should have played for lack of work. A. W. i. 1.
M. v. 3.
M. i. 1.
T. C. iii. 2.
But we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture.
Which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished. A. W. iv. 3.
PIPING (See also TooL).
Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. H. iii. 2.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played upon than a pipe?
H. iii. 2.
Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table:-Thou shalt not steal. M. M. i. 2.
Those that can pity, here
But if there be
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
It is a pity
Would move a monster.
If ever you have look'd on better days;
Cym. iv. 2.
M. i. 7.
H. VIII. ii. 3.
But, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
The dint of pity.
If thou tell'st this heavy story right,
Upon my soul the hearers will shed tears;
A. Y. ii. 7.
R. III. i. 4.
I show it most of all when I show justice;
For then I pity those I do not know,
R. II. v. 2
Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!
T. A. iv. 3.
O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
M. M. ii. 2.
T. A. iii. 2. J.C. iii. 2. R. III. iv. 2.
PLACE AND GREATNESS.
O place and greatness, millions of false eyes
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
This is the excellent foppery of the world; that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own beha viour) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: An admirable evasion of man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! K. L. i. 2.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
Is there no play,
M. M. iv. 1.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,
What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor.
A. W. i. 1.
J.C. i. 2.
T. S. IND. 2.
M. N. v. 1. Cym. v. 5. M. N. iii. 1.
H. ii. 2.
Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time: After your death, you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. H. îì. 2. The players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. H. iii. 2.