What a god's gold, that he is worshipp'd in a baser temple, than where swine feed! 'tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the foam; settlest admired reverence in a slave: to thee be worship! and thy saints for aye be crown'd with plagues, and thee alone obey.-TIM. V., 1.

Two Gentlemen of Verona.

A

A man is never undone, till he be hanged.-LAUN. Act II., Scene 5.

C

Cease to lament for that thou can'st not help.-PRO. III., 1.

D

Duty never yet did want his meed.-SIL. II., 4.

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.-VAL. III., 1.

E

Experience is by industry achiev'd, and perfected by the swift course of time.-ANT. I., 3.

F

I.,

Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.—Luc.

2.

H

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.-Val.

I., 1.

He that is so yoked by a fool, methinks should not be chronicled for wise.-VAL. I., 1.

He wants wit, that wants resolved will to learn his wit to exchange the bad for better.—PRO. II., 6.

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, and manage it against despairing thoughts.-PRO. III., 1.

I

I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.—Luc. I., 2.

L

Love is like a child, that longs for every thing that he can come by.-DUKE, III., 1.

M

Maids, in modesty, say No, to that which they would have the profferer construe, Ay.-JUL. I., 2.

My love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.-PRO. II., 4.

My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news, so much of bad already hath possess'd them.-VAL. III., 1.

Make a virtue of necessity.-2 Out. IV., 1.

0

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.-PRO. I., 3.

S

Spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, the more it grows, and fawneth on her still.-PRO. IV., 2.

T

They love least, that let men know their love.— Luc. 1., 2.

The current, that with gentle murmur glides, thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; but, when his fair course is not hindered, he makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, giving a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtaketh in his pilgrimage; and so by many winding nooks he strays, with willing sport, to the wild ocean.—JUL. II., 7.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.-VAL. III., 1.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.-PRO. III., 1.

To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue.LAUN. III., 1.

The private wound is deepest.-VAL. V., 4.

W

Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?— DUKE, III., 1.

Romeo and Juliet.

A

An hour before the worshipp'd sun peer'd forth the golden window of the east, a troubled mind drave me to walk abroad.—BÊÑ. Act I., Scene 1.

Alack! there lies more peril in thine

twenty of their swords.-Roм. II., 2.

eye, than

Ah, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lamentable chance!-FRI. V., 3.

B

But he, his own affections' counsellor, is to himself -I will not say, how true-but to himself so secret and so close, so far from sounding and discovery, as is the bud bit with an envious worm.-MoN. I., 1.

Η

Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; your tributary drops belong to woe, which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.-JUL. III., 2.

Banishment, is death mis-term'd; calling death— banishment, thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, and smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.-Roм. III.,

3.

C

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure, as know.-Mon. I., 1.

Compare her face with some that I shall shew, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.-BEN. I., 2.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, and where care lodges, sleep will never lie: but where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.-FRI. II., 3.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament.-JUL. II., 6.

Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.-MER. III., 1.

G

Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest with more of thine.ROM. I., 1.

Go, counsellor; thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.-JUL. III., 5.