As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched,

But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends

The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,

Both thanks and use.

Act 1. Sc. I.

I hold you as a thing enskyed and sainted. Act i. Sc. 5.

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win,

By fearing to attempt.

Acti. Sc. 5.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

Act ii. Sc. I.

This will last out a night in Russia,

Act . Sc. 1.

When nights are longest there.

Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it. Act . Sc. 2.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace,
As mercy does.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And he that might the vantage best have took,
Found out the remedy.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

O, it is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

But man, proud man,

Dress'd in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he's most assured,

His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven,
As make the angels weep.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

That in the captain 's but a choleric word,

Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Servile to all the skyey influences.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Palsied eld.

Act iii. Sc. I.

The sense of death is most in apprehension ;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot :
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;

Act iii. Sc. 1.

To be imprison'd in the viewless winds

And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,

That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment

Can lay on nature, is a paradise

To what we fear of death.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Take, O take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn ;

And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn;

But my kisses bring again, bring again,

Seals of Love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.*

Made me a looker-on here in Vienna.

Act v. Sc. I.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults.

Act v. Sc. I.

*This song is found in 'The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke of Normandy,' by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act v. Sc. 2, with an additional stanza. There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher.

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.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy;

little happy if I could say how much.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

I were but

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;

Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore ;

To one thing constant never.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Sits the wind in that corner?

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

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.

Act. ii. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think

I should live till I were married.

C

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Are you good men and true?

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Comparisons are odorous.

Act iii. Sc. 5.

A good old man, sir; he will be talking. Act iii. Sc. 5.

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

I have marked

Activ. Sc. I.

A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames,
In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes.

Activ. Sc. I.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination.

Activ. Sc. I.

Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

Activ. Sc. I.

Flat burglary, as ever was committed.

Act iv. Sc. 2.