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It engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.— filed under Anger
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.— filed under Apparel
Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.— filed under Beauty
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, For then she never looks upon her lure.— filed under Birds-Falcon
Jay. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? C.— filed under Birds-Jackdaw
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Tempest. Act. 1. Sc. 2. L. 396. I am not so nice, To change true rules for old inventions.— filed under Change
Look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am.— filed under Childhood
to the Letter of Captain Clutterbuck. The Monastery. Leave frivolous circumstances.— filed under Circumstance
What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye?— filed under Comparisons
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband.— filed under Easter
I fear it is too choleric a meat. How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?— filed under Eating
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.— filed under Eating
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?— filed under Eating
Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.— filed under Eloquence
And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.— filed under Extremes
Her only fault, and that is faults enough, Is that she is intolerable curst And shrewd and froward, so beyond all measure That, were my state far worser than it is, I would not wed her for a mine of gold.— filed under Faults
My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.— filed under Festivities
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.— filed under Gain
An affable and courteous gentleman.— filed under Gentlemen
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit.— filed under Honor
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance.— filed under Husband
This done, he took the bride about the neck And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack That at the parting, all the church did echo. S.— filed under Kisses
O this learning, what a thing it is!— filed under Leisure
And this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening.— filed under Listening
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns and when be married.— filed under Matrimony
She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance barefoot on her wedding day And for your love to her lead apes in hell.— filed under Matrimony
She shall watch all night: And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl And with the clamour keep her still awake. This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.— filed under Matrimony
۱ Thy husband *** commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land, * * * * * * And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.— filed under Matrimony
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich.— filed under Mind
Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she Subject to a kind of disease, which at that have as many diseases as two-and-fifty horses; why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.— filed under Months-February
Preposterous ass, that never read so far To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, After his studies or his usual pain?— filed under Music
'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not?— filed under Occupations-Culinary
Were not I a little pot and soon hot, my very my very lips might freeze to my teeth.— filed under Occupations-Culinary
Where's the cook? is supper ready, the supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs strewed, cobwebs swept?— filed under Occupations-Culinary
Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of!— filed under Occupations-Journalism
Do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.— filed under Occupations-Law
Price of Love. A merchant of great traffic through the world.— filed under Occupations-Mercantile
Take your paper, too, And let me have them very well perfumed, For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to.— filed under Occupations-Painting
Thy gown? why, ay; -come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What, up and down, carv'd like an appletart? Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop: Why, what i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this!— filed under Occupations-Tailoring
am that I am." I do present you with a man of mine, Cunning in music and the mathematics, To instruct her fully in those sciences.— filed under Occupations-Tailoring
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. *** *** To cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing up,— filed under Occupations-Tailoring
There's small choice in rotten apples. kk.— filed under Proverbs
And thereby hangs a tale.— filed under Story-Telling
I will be master of what is mine own; She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare.— filed under Wife
Give me a bowl of wine; In this I bury all unkindness. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 158. He calls for wine: "A health," quoth he, as if Who are a little wise the best fools be. He had been abroad, carousing to his mates After a storm.— filed under Wine And Spirits
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.— filed under Woman
Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue?— filed under Woman
Say that she rail, why then I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale; Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew; Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.— filed under Woman
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?— filed under Woman
Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute? Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.— filed under Woman