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For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.— filed under Affliction
The soul of this man is his clothes.— filed under Apparel
There is no fettering of authority.— filed under Authority
He did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest; he lasted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on And wore us out of act.— filed under Bravery
I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Look bleak i' the cold wind.— filed under Character
My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors.— filed under Chastity
Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this, for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed : Where great additions swell's and virtue none, It is a dropsied honour. Good alone Is good without a name.— filed under Deeds
Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.— filed under Experience
He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool.— filed under Falsehood
Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure such are to be followed. C.— filed under Fate
Sir, for a quart d'écu he will sell the feeof his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from all remainders.— filed under Folly
I would be friends with you and have your love. Merchant of Venice. Act. I. Sc. 3. L. 139. Keep thy friend Under thy own life's key.— filed under Friends
My master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.— filed under Gifts
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.— filed under Grief
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. Henry IV. Pt. 1. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 205. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour.— filed under Honor
Honours thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.— filed under Honor
See that you come Not to woo honour, but to wed it.— filed under Honor
He that of greatest works is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister: So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, When judges have been babes.— filed under Judgment
There is more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid her than she'll demand.— filed under Justice
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.— filed under Kisses
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.— filed under Life
This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist.— filed under Linguists
But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offence.— filed under Love
By the luckiest stars.— filed under Luxury
If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; You give away myself, which is known mine.— filed under Matrimony
Great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied. S.— filed under Miracle
'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth, But the plain single vow that is vow'd true. S.— filed under Oaths
Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.— filed under Occupations-Military
O opportunity, thy guilt is great! 'Tis thou that executest the traitor's treason; Thou set'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; Whoever plots the sin, thou 'point'st the season; 'Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason. The Rape of Lucrece. L. 876. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. 0. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 218. There's place and means for every man alive.— filed under Oratory
Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve Humbly call'd mistress.— filed under Perfection
No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though many of the rich are damned.— filed under Poverty
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.— filed under Praise
He will steal himself into a man's favour and for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but when you find him out, you have him ever after.— filed under Pride
It is not so with Him that all things knows As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows: But most it is presumption in us when The help of heaven we count the act of men.— filed under Pride
All's well that ends well.— filed under Proverbs
He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth. In "Johan the Husbande, Tyb His Wyfe and Syr Jhan the Priest"-printed by Rastall. 1533.— filed under Proverbs
Lord, what fools these mortals be! Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 115. Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none.— filed under Proverbs
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech. S.— filed under Prudence
Great floods have flown From simple sources.— filed under Results
to Goethe. March 15, 1830. Be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.— filed under Silence
Every night he comes With musics of all sorts and songs compos'd To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves; for he persists As if his life lay on't.— filed under Singers
'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in.— filed under Tears
Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live.— filed under Thankfulness
How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 111. Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees. The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.— filed under Time
Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.— filed under Tongues
Full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.— filed under Wisdom
Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue,— Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto V. St. 9. A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.— filed under Wooing