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Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.— filed under Adversity
And his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.— filed under Affliction
AGE (OLD). Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.— filed under Affliction
If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. S.— filed under Anger
The first the Retort Courteous; the second the Quip Modest; the third the Reply Churlish; the fourth the Reproof Valiant; the fifth the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh the Lie Direct.— filed under Art
With his mouth full of news Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.— filed under Birds-Raven
O, sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners:— filed under Books
The very ice of chastity is in them.— filed under Chastity
The Lie with Circumstance.— filed under Circumstance
And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age!— filed under Comfort
Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court.— filed under Comparisons
Let me have audience for a word or two.— filed under Consideration
I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm.— filed under Content
The Retort Courteous.— filed under Covetousness
The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility.— filed under Covetousness
Sonnet XLV. Can one desire too much of a good thing?— filed under Desire
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire, Troy had been bright with fame and not with fire. Rape of Lucrece. L. 1,490. I do desire we may be better strangers.— filed under Desire
Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.— filed under Eating
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 440. I would the gods had made thee poetical.— filed under Bias
Faster than his tongue Did make offence his eye did heal it up.— filed under Eyes
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye; 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, mur derers! X.— filed under Eyes
Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.— filed under Fancy
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.— filed under Faults
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad: and to travel for it too!— filed under Folly
O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.— filed under Folly
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise knows himself to be a fool. man knows himself to be a fool.— filed under Folly
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool; a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun.— filed under Pope
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms.— filed under Fortune
We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.— filed under Friends
Most friendship is feigning.— filed under Friendship
Road. Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. I would we could do so, for her benefits are mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.— filed under Gifts
Pope's trans. Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.— filed under Gentleness
His hair is of a good colour. An excellent colour; your chestnut was ever the only colour.— filed under Hair
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 76. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!— filed under Happiness
To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.— filed under Harvest
My master is of churlish disposition And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality.— filed under Humanity
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude: Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.— filed under Ingratitude
This is a man's invention and his hand.— filed under Invention
And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.— filed under Kisses
Mirabeau. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.— filed under Liberty
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.— filed under Life
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.— filed under Life
Ay me! for aught that I ever could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 132. But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.— filed under Love
Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;- * * * * * * It is to be all made of faith and service ;- * * * * * * It is to be all made of fantasy.— filed under Love
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not lov'd.— filed under Love
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.— filed under Love
No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason.— filed under Love
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.— filed under Love
Master, go on, and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.— filed under Loyalty
Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.— filed under Man
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.— filed under Matrimony
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 2. L. 135. I can suck melancholy out of a song.— filed under Melancholy
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad.— filed under Merriment
I. Timothy i. 15. News, news, news, my gossiping friends, I have wonderful news to tell, A lady by me her compliments sends; And this is the news from Hell! OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-News. S. Here comes Monsieur le Beau With his mouth full of news, Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Then shall we be news-crammed.— filed under News
Wishes. And in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms.— filed under Observation
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.— filed under Occupations-Military
Sermons in stones and good in every thing.— filed under Occupations-Preaching
Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? as the sea. Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea.— filed under Prison
That was laid on with a trowel.— filed under Iii
He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! S.— filed under Providence
All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.— filed under Prudence
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.— filed under Reproof
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churiish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, "This is no flattery."— filed under Sows
Wherever sorrow is, relief would be: If you do sorrow at my grief in love, By giving love your sorrow and my grief were both extermin'd.— filed under Sorrow
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.— filed under Students
I prythee, take the cork out of thy mouth that I may drink thy tidings.— filed under Tea
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. C.— filed under Tears
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."— filed under Time
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.— filed under Time
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.— filed under Time
So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kind of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep; To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will. Lover's Complaint. L. 120. The heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. Venus and Adonis. L. 329. Tongues I'll hang on every tree, That shall civil sayings show.— filed under Tongues
Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country.— filed under Travelling
*** the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.— filed under Treason
When I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.— filed under Treason
But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. As You Like It.— filed under Treason
Hath not old custom made this life more made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?— filed under Treason
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: No enemy here shall he see, But winter and rough weather.— filed under Treason
Make the doors upon a woman's wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.— filed under Wit
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it.— filed under Woman
I grant I am a woman, but withal, A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife: I grant I am a woman; but withal A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 292. I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.— filed under Woman
Run, run, Orlando: carve on every tree The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.— filed under Woman
WORLD (THE). It is a very good world to live in, To lend, or to spend, or to give in; But to beg, or to borrow, or to get a man's own, It's the very worst world that ever was known. Attributed to EARL OF ROCHESTER. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.— filed under Work
This wide and universal theatre Presents more woful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.— filed under Work