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[Measure for Measure continued. They say, best men are moulded out of faults.
Act v. Sc. 1. What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS.
Act i. Sc. I. A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.
Act ii, Sc. I. One Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, A mere anatomy.
Act v. Sc. I. A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, A living dead man.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
Act i. Sc. I. A very valiant trencher-man.
Ibid. A skirmish of wit between them. Ibid. The gentleman is not in your books. Ibid. Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore
Ibid. Benedick the married man.
Ibid. As merry as the day is long. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Speak low if you speak love. Ibid. Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, allhearts in love use their own tongues: Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.
Much Ado about Nothing continued.]
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Actii. Sc. I. Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet.
Act ii. Sc. 3. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever ;
Jbid. Shall quips, and sentences, and these paperbullets 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.
Ibid. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Act iii. Sc. I. 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.
The most senseless and fit man. Ibid. You shall comprehend all vagrom men. 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.
[Much Ado about Nothing continued. Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
Act iii. Sc. 3. I know that Deformed.
Ibid. The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Ibid. Comparisons are odorous. Act iii. Sc. 5.
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!
Act iv. Sc. 1. I never tempted her with word too large; But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Ibid.
I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face; a thousand innocent
. shames, In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes.
Ibid. For it so falls out, 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, Whiles it was ours.
Ibid. Th' idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination.
Ibid. Into the eye and prospect of his soul. Ibid.
Much Ado about Nothing continued.]
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Activ. Sc. 2. The eftest way.
Ibid. Flat burglary as ever was committed. Ibid. Condemned into everlasting redemption.
Ibid. O that he were here to write me down-an ass !
Ibid. A fellow that hath had losses ; and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about
Ibid. Patch grief with proverbs. Act v. Sc. I.
'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself.
Ibid. For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.
Ibid. Some of us will smart for it.
Ibid. I was not born under a rhyming planet.
Act v. Sc. 2. Done to death by slanderous tongues.
Act v. Sc. 3.
LOVE'S LABOUR 'S LOST.
Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,
Act i. Sc. 1. Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile.
Ibid. Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Ibid. And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
Ibid. That unlettered, small-knowing soul. Ibid.
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Ibid. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since ; but, I think, now it is not to be found.
Act i. Sc. 2. The rational hind Costard.
Ibid. Devise, wit! write, pen! for I am for whole volumes in folio.
Ibid. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Act ii. Sc. I.