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They say, best men are moulded out of faults ;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.

Measure for Measure. Act t. 8c. 2 What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. Ibid. The pleasing punishment that women bear.

The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. I. A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. Act ü. Sc 1 Every why hath a wherefore.1

Sc. & Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.

Act iii. Sc. 1. One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy.

Act v. Sc. 1. A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man.

Ibido Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Ibidha He hath indeed better bettered expectation.

Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. A very valiant trencher-man.

Ibid. He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. Ibidh What, my dear Lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Ibid. There's a skirmish of wit between them.

Ibid. The gentleman is not in your books. Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ?

Ibid. Benedick the married man.

Ibid. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Ibid. He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. As merry as the day is long.

Ibid. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by day. light.


Act ü. Sc. 1.


1 For every why he had a wherefore. – BUTLER: Hudibras, part i canto i. line 132.

Speak low if you speak love.

Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1 Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself 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 doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose.

Sc. 3.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.

Ibid. Sits the wind in that corner ?

Ibid. 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.

Ibid. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Act iii. Sc. 1. From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, 1 he is all mirth.

Sc. 2. Every one can master a grief but he that has it. Ibid. Are you good men and true ?

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. 1 From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot. – Pliny : Natural History, book vii. chap. zoü. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : The Honest Man's Fortune, act ü. sc. 2. MIDDLETON: A Mad World, etc.

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You shall comprehend all vagrom men.

Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. 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.

Ibil. 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.

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

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

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

I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.


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 io. Sc. 1. 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.




Act v. Sc. 1.

The eftest

way. Flat burglary

Ibid. as ever was committed. Condemned into everlasting redemption.

Ibid. 0, that he were here to write me down an ass !

A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. Patch grief with proverbs.

Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel.
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,
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself.

Ibida For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.



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.

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.

Ibid. 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.



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

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