D

Didst thou never hear,—that things ill got had ever bad success?-K. HEN. II., 2.

E

Every cloud engenders not a storm.-CLAR. V., 3.

H

Hercules himself must yield to odds.-MESS. II., 1.

I

I will not bandy with thee word for word; but buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.-CLIF. I., 4.

I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart: nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden.-RICH. II., 1.

Ill blows the wind, that profits no-body.-SON. II., 5.

I hold it cowardice, to rest mistrustful where a noble heart hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love.— WAR. IV.,

2.

I need not add more fuel to your fire, for, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out.-K. Edw. V., 4.

M

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.-MESS. II., 1.

Many men, that stumble at the threshold, are well foretold that danger lurks within.-GLO. IV., 7.

S

See how the morning opes her golden gates, and takes her farewell of the glorious sun! how well resembles it the prime of youth, trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love!-RICH. II., 1.

Strike now, or else the iron cools.—GLO. V., 1.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.-GLO. V., 6.

T

'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud.— YORK, I., 4.

Thou art as opposite to every good, as the Antipodes are unto us, or as the south to the septentrion.-York, I., 4.

To weep, is to make less the depth of grief.-RICH. II., 1.

To whom do lions cast their gentle looks? not to the beast that would usurp their den. Whose hand is that, the forest bear doth lick? not his, that spoils her young before her face. Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting? not he that sets his foot upon her back. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on; and doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood.-CLIF. II., 2.

Though fortune's malice overthrow my state, my mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.-K. Edw. IV., 3.

Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight.-WAR. V., 1.

The harder match'd, the greater victory.-K. Edw. V.,

1.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.-K. HEN. V., 6.

W

What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?-NORTH. I., 4.

Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; thou, stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.-YORK, I., 4.

Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile: and cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; and wet my cheeks with artificial tears, and frame my face to all occasions.-GLO. III., 2.

When the fox hath once got in his nose, he'll soon find means to make the body follow.-GLO. IV., 7.

When the lion fawns upon the lamb, the lamb will never cease to follow him.-K. HEN. IV., 8.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? and, live we how we can, yet die we must.-WAR. V., 2.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerly seek how to redress their harms.—Q. MAR. V., 4.

Y

Yield not thy neck to fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind still ride in triumph over all mischance. -K. LEW. III., 3.

Julius Cæsar.

A

As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity.-BRU. Act III., Scene 1.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.-CAS. IV., 3.

A friendly eye could never see such faults.-CAR. IV., 3.

B

Between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion, all the interim is like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: the genius, and the mortal instruments are then in council; and the state of man, like to a little kingdom, suffers then the nature of an insurrection.— BRU. II., 2.

By and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart. All my engagements I will construe to thee, all the charactery of my sad brows.-POR. II., 1.

C

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.-Cæs. II., 2.

D

Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for.-CAS. IV., 3.

E

Et tu, Brute?-Cæs. III., 1.

F

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones; so let it be with Cæsar.-ANT. III.. 2.

G

Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.— BRU. IV., 3.

Good words are better than bad strokes.-BRU. V., 1.