What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. The pleasing punishment that women bear. The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1. A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. Act ii. Sc. 1. Every why hath a wherefore. Act ii. Sc. 2. Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Act iii. Sc. 1. One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, Act v. Sc. 1. A mere anatomy. A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, Ibid. Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Ibid. Benedick the married man. As merry as the day is long. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Speak low if you speak love. Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; And trust no agent. Ibid. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Ibid. Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3. doublet. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? 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. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. Every one can master a grief but he that has it. Act iii. Sc. 2. Are you good men and true? Act iii. Sc. 3. To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. Ibid. The most senseless and fit man. Ibid. You shall comprehend all vagrom men. Ibid. 2 Watch. How if a' will not stand? Dogb. Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together and thank God you are rid of a knave. Ibid. Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. I know that Deformed. Ibid. Ibid. The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. Ibid. I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. Comparisons are odorous. Act iii. Sc. 5. If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. Ibid. A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out. Ibid. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! O, what authority and show of truth I never tempted her with word too large; Act iv. Sc. 1. Ibid. Bashful sincerity and comely love. Ibid. I have marked A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames Ibid. For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Ibid. Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2. Ibid. O that he were here to write me down an ass! A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and everything handsome about him. Ibid. Patch grief with proverbs. Men Act v. Sc. 1. Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Charm ache with air and agony with words. "T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, Ibid Ibid. Some of us will smart for it. I was not born under a rhyming planet. Act v. Sc. 3. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. Ibiù Act v. Sc. 2. Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. Ibid. Small have continual plodders ever won Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. At Christmas I no more desire a rose Ibid. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Ibid. A high hope for a low heaven. Ibid. And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. That unlettered small-knowing soul. Ibid. Ibid. A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Ibid. Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! Ibid. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found. The rational hind Costard. Act i. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Act ii. Sc. 1. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, Ibid. |