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To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are!
My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue.
Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours.
What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.
In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.
Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit.
Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.
O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.