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. Act iv. 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.

The eftest way.

Flat burglary as ever was committed.

Condemned into everlasting redemption.

Oh, that he were here to write me down an ass!

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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

Patch grief with proverbs.

Men

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

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 1.

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

Some of us will smart for it.

Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

I was not born under a rhyming planet.
Done to death by slanderous tongues.
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.

Sc. 2.

Sc. 3.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
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

Ibid.

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;1
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.

The rational hind Costard.

1 For "mirth," White reads shews; Singer, shows.

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

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.
A merrier man,

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

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.
By my penny of observation.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

The boy hath sold him a bargain,

a goose, that's flat.

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.

He hath never fed of the dainties that are book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he drunk ink.

Ibid.

bred in a

hath not

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

You two are book-men.

Dictynna, goodman Dull.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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.

Sc. 3.

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.

Ibid.

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

Act v. 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.

They have measured many a mile

To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Let me take you a button-hole lower.

Ibid.

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

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

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue

Of him that makes it.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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.

1 Musical as is Apollo's lute. - MILTON: Comus, line 78.

Ibid.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd

Than that which withering on the virgin thorn1
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

For aught that I could ever read," Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Ibid.

Oh, hell! to choose love by another's eyes.

Ibid.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"

The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

Ibid.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Ibid.

I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will

roar you, an 't were any nightingale.

Ibid.

A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. 1.3

The human mortals.

The rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.

1 Maidens withering on the stalk. stanza 1.

Ibid.

WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk,

2 "Ever I could read," Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White. 8 Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.