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You shall comprehend all vagrom men.

Much Ado about Nothing. Act üi. Sc. 3. 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.

Ibid. If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. Ibid.

The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

Ibid. I know that Deformed.

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.

Ibid. Comparisons are odorous.

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.

Ibil. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do!

Act iv. Sc. 1. O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal !

Ibid. I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love.

Ibrd I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat 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. Much Ado about Nothing. dct iv. Sc. 2.
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
· And every lovely organ of her life,

Shall come apparell’d in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life
Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

Ibid. Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly.

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 every thing handsome about him. Patch grief with proverbs.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel.

Ibid. Charm ache with air, and agony with words.

Ibid, '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 vet philosopher wat could endure the toothache patiently.

Ibid

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Some of us will smart for it.

Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. I was not born under a rhyming planet.

Sc.2. Done to death by slanderous tongues.

Sc. 3. Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth.

Love's Labour 's Lost. 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.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth ; ?
But like of each thing that in season grows.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

Ibid. A high hope for a low heaven.

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. 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. Sc. 2. The rational hind Costard.

Ibid.

Ibid.

1 For “mirth,” White reads shews ; Singer, shows.

Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.

Love's Labour 's Lost, Act i. Sc. 2. A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms : Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.

Ibid. Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Ibid. By my penny of observation.

Act ii. Sc. 1. The boy hath sold him a bargain, - a goose. Ibid. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose.

Ibid. A very beadle to a humorous sigh.

Ibid. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

Ibid. A buck of the first head.

Act iv. Sc. 2. He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.

Ibid. Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Ibid. You two are book-men.

Ibid. Dictynna, goodman Dull.

Ibid. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.

Ibid. For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

80. 3.

Ibid.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3

As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; 1 And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Ibid.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Act r. Sc. 1. Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.

Ibid. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

Ibid. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

Ibid. They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Sc. 2. Let me take you a button-hole lower.

Ibid. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.

Ibid. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Ibidha
When daisies pied and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.

Ibid

1 Musical as is Apollo's lute. — Milton: Comus, line 78.

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