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Difficulties Of: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

For full well he knows, He cannot so precisely weed this land, As his misdoubts present occasion; His foes are so enrooted with his friends, That, plucking to unfix an enemy, He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend. So that this land, like an offensive wife, That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes, As he is striking, holds his infant up, And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm That was uprear'd to execution.— H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1

Covetousness

Those that much are of gain so fond, That oft they have not that which they possess: They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less. Poems

Counsel

Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge,— H. VIII. iii. 1.

That no king can corrupt.

Countenance, Benign

Her face, the book of praises, where is read Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence Sorrow were ever raz'd, and testy wrath— P. P. i. 1.

Could never be her mild companion.

Courage

Pr'ythee peace; I dare do all that may become a man;— M. i. 7.

Who dares do more, is none. Poems Things out of hope are compass't oft with vent'ring. Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be now blown overboard, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet that he Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad, With tearful eyes add water to the sea, And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Which industry and courage might have sav'd?— H. VI. PT. III. V.

By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence;— K. J. ii. 1

For courage mounteth with occasion. For this last, Before and in Corioli, let me say, I cannot speak him home; he stopp'd the fliers ; And by his rare example, make the coward Turn terror into sport: as waves before A vessel under sail, so men obey'd, And fell below his stern: his sword, death's stamp Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot, He was a thing of blood, whose every motion— C. ii. 2

Was tim'd with dying cries. But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? Be great in act, as you have been in thought; Let not the world see fear and sad distrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye: Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; Threaten the threatener and outface the brow