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Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Is she not passing fair?
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4.
How use doth breed a habit in a man![44:2]
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
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It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
Mine host of the Garter.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.[45:1]
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
"Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4.
We burn daylight.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
There 's the humour of it.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Why, then the world 's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
This is the short and the long of it.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Unless experience be a jewel.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.[46:1]
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Happy man be his dole!
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
As good luck would have it.[46:2]
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
A man of my kidney.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Think of that, Master Brook.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
In his old lunes again.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.
Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.[47:1]
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
He arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1]
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.[47:2]
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are?
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he 's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
That in the captain 's but a choleric word
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Our compell'd sins
Stand more for number than for accompt.
Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Palsied eld.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The cunning livery of hell.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
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The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[49:1]
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49:2]
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[49:3]
Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
We would, and we would not.
Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
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They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.
The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Every why hath a wherefore.[50:1]
The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.
The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.
The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
Let 's go hand in
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