Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

Mine host of the Garter.

Ibid.

I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here.

Ibid.

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt. Ibid. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

Act i. Sc. 3.

'Convey,' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! a fico for the phrase!

Ibid.

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.

Ibid.

Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,

Base Phrygian Turk!

Ibid.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Ibid.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and

Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Ibid.

Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. Ibid.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

The Merry Wives of Windsor.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

who was in the basket!

What a taking was he in when your husband asked

O, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults

Act iii. Sc. 3.

There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

Thyself and thy belongings

Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,

Act v. Se. 1.

Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike

As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,

Both thanks and use.

Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.
I hold you as a thing enskyed and sainted.
A man whose blood

Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
Our doubts are traitors

And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Act i. Sc. 4.1

Ibid.1

Ibid.1

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

This will last out a night in Russia,

When nights are longest there.

Ibid.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Act ii. Sc. 2.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.

Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are?

O, it is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

1 Act i. Sc. 5, White, Singer, Knight.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

But man, proud man,

Drest in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he 's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,

Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.

Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

That in the captain 's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Our compelled sins

Ibid.

Stand more for number than for accompt.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

A breath thou art,

Servile to all the skyey influences.

Palsied eld.

The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,

Ibid.

Ibid.

In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Ibid.

The cunning livery of hell.

Ibid.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;

To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;

This sensible warm motion to become

A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit

To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside

In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;

To be imprisoned in the viewless winds,

And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.

Ibid.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise

To what we fear of death.

Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
Take, O, take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:

But my kisses bring again, bring again;

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.1

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Truth is truth

To the end of reckoning.

Ibid.

My business in this state

Made me a looker on here in Vienna.

Ibid.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults;

And, for the most, become much more the better

For being a little bad.

Ibid.

1 This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2, of Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional stanza:

Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears!

But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.