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And though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.— filed under Authority
A daughter and a goodly babe, Lusty and like to live: the queen receives Much comfort in 't.— filed under Babyhood
I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.— filed under Ballads
и. Sc. 1. L. 160. Come, quench your blushes and present yourself That which you are, mistress o' the feast.— filed under Blushes
Calumny will sear Virtue itself; - these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.— filed under Butchering
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows.— filed under Chance
A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.— filed under Childhood
He makes a July's day short as December, And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.— filed under Childhood
Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip, The trick of 's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his smiles; The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger.— filed under Childhood
If ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't.— filed under Cruelty
When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that.— filed under Dancing
One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.— filed under Deeds
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, course. But, bear-like, I must fight the V. Sc. 7. L. 1. Macbeth. Act Thou tyrant! Do not repent these things, for they are heavier Than all thy woes can stir: therefore, betake thee To nothing but despair.— filed under Despair
It will let in and out the enemy With bag and baggage. S.— filed under Enjoyment
Black brows they say Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle Or a half-moon made with a pen. S.— filed under Face
If ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Which oft infects the wisest.— filed under Fear
Our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders Digest with it a custom, I should blush To see you so attir'd.— filed under Festivities
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength-a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one! S.— filed under Flirting
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 251. The fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors. C.— filed under Flirting
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.— filed under Flowers-Daffodil
Gillyflower. Matthiola. The fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors, Which some call nature's bastards. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors, And do not call them bastards.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram : The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, And with him rises weeping.— filed under Flowers-Lotus
Violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes. Or Cytherea's breath.— filed under Flowers-Violet
You may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly.— filed under Folly
But I have That honourable grief lodg'd here which burns Worse than tears drown.— filed under Grief
Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table.— filed under Guests
See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth.— filed under Guests
I doubt not then but innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience.— filed under Insanity
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence, Love takes the meaning in love's conference. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 45. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other; what we chang'd Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did.— filed under Insanity
If I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you, 'Tis rigour, and not law.— filed under Jealousy
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh?— filed under Kisses
There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture.— filed under Language
Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, my thoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.— filed under Memory
Where lives the man that has not tried, How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin! ScoTT-Bridal of Trierman. Canto I. St. 21. And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 2. L. 137. And, if you can be merry then, I'll say A man may weep upon his wedding day. Henry VIII. Prologue. L. 31. And let's be red with mirth.— filed under Merriment
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a: A. merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.— filed under Merriment
Mythology. Janus. That blasts of January Would blow you through and through.— filed under Money
How sometimes Nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!— filed under Nature
Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean: so, over that art Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.— filed under Nature
Perfume for a lady's chamber.— filed under Occupations-Painting
There's some ill planet reigns; I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favorable.— filed under Patience
Our praises are our wages.— filed under Praise
Prosperity's the very bond of love.— filed under Prosperity
What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief.— filed under Resignation
But one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes.— filed under Singers
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.— filed under Summer
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.— filed under Trifles
Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.— filed under Wife
If, one by one, you wedded all the world, Or from the all that are took something good, To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd Would be unparallel'd.— filed under Woman
Women will love her that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women.— filed under Woman