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I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve.— filed under Affection
Nor age so eat up my invention.— filed under Affliction
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait.— filed under Angling
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age.— filed under Appetite
The wolves have prey'd: and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about, Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.— filed under Authority
Beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.— filed under Beauty
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference.— filed under Birds-Lark
By noting of the lady I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames. In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.— filed under Blushes
You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern.— filed under Character
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel.— filed under Comfort
I would have some confidence with you that decerns you nearly.— filed under Boiste
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.— filed under Courage
Some of us will smart for it.— filed under Danger
He that is more than a youth, is not for me, and he that is less than man, I am not for him.— filed under Doubt
S. God hath blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.— filed under Education
And if your love Can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb And sing it to her bones, sing it to-night.— filed under Epitaph
On your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs.— filed under Epitaph
He hath indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.— filed under Expectation
But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light, Shone like the moon in water seen by night. Venus and Adonis. L. 491. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.— filed under Eyes
I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. S.— filed under Eyes
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.— filed under Fashion
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never.— filed under Fickleness
Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.— filed under Friendship
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.— filed under Grief
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words.— filed under Grief
O, she is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again.— filed under Hair
It is the witness still of excellency To put a strange face on his own perfection.— filed under Humor
way to the Charleston, S. C., Insane Asylum. 1860. Fetter strong madness in a silken thread.— filed under Insanity
You will never run mad, niece; No, not till a hot January.— filed under Insanity
Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of such vanity.— filed under Leisure
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.— filed under Love
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool.— filed under Love
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.— filed under Love
Speak low, if you speak love.— filed under Love
A proper man as one shall see in a summer's day. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 89. Are you good men and true?— filed under Man
I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. *** I would to God some scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary. C.— filed under Matrimony
No, the world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.— filed under Matrimony
The greatest note of it is his melancholy.— filed under Melancholy
If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. *** An hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum.— filed under Memory
As merry as the day is long.— filed under Merriment
Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier; so they sell bullocks.— filed under Occupations-Authorship
She would have made Hercules have turned spit. C.— filed under Occupations-Culinary
Would the cook were of my mind!— filed under Occupations-Culinary
Conceits, Clinches, Flashes and Whimzies. No. 84. For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.— filed under Occupations-Hatters
I have the toothache. * * * * * * What! sigh for the toothache?— filed under Occupations-Hatters
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.— filed under Occupations-Hatters
'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that ring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself.— filed under Patience
That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours. S.— filed under Possession
LE ROUX DE LINCY-Le Livre des Proverbes Français.— filed under Proverbs
They that touch pitch will be defiled.— filed under Proverbs
When the age is in, the wit is out.— filed under Alexander Severus
Some of us will smart for it.— filed under Quackery
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.— filed under Quarreling
Condemned into everlasting redemption for this.— filed under Redemption
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.— filed under Silence
O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal!— filed under Sin
Bashful sincerity and comely love.— filed under Sincerity
He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.— filed under Sincerity
Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies.— filed under Slander
One doth not know How much an ill word may empoison liking.— filed under Slander
Slander'd to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man indeed As I dare take a serpent by the tongue: Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!— filed under Slander
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.— filed under Spirits
If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs: a' brushes his hat o' mornings; what should that bode?— filed under Symbols
Did he break into tears? In great measure. A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than those that are so washed.— filed under Tears
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.— filed under Time
Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.— filed under Trust
Look, the gentle day Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.— filed under Twilight
With dying hand, above his head, He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted "Victory!— Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto VI. St. 32. A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.— filed under Victory
Out of the teeth of emulation. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 13. The trumpet of his own virtues.— filed under Virtue
A good old man, sir: he will be talking, as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out.— filed under Wit
He doth, indeed, show some sparks that are like wit. Y.— filed under Wit
Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.— filed under Wit
Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it catches.— filed under Wit
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well: another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.— filed under Woman
S. L. 78. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.— filed under Woman
Would it not grieve a woman to be overmaster'd with a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a cloud of wayward marl?— filed under Woman
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.— filed under Wooing