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Fal. Of what quality was your love then? Ford. Like a fair house built on another man’s ground, so that I have lost my edifice by mistaking the place where I erected it.
Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it, then shape it. I would not have things cool.
O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man; in some other, a man a beast.
Where’s Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid That ere she sleep has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy, Sleep she as sound as careless infancy; But those as sleep and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins.
Let it be so. Sir John, To Master [Brook] you yet shall hold your word, For he to-night shall lie with Mistress Ford.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail’d so long against marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
the ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baes will never answer a calf when he bleats.
when rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.
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.
Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me.
’tis 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.
What your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light,
Touch. Stand you both forth now. Stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. Cel. By our beards (if we had them) thou art. Touch. By my knavery (if I had it) then I were. But if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn. No more was this knight, swearing by his honor, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.
The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts,
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
he that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends;
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
Love is merely a madness, and I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish’d and cur’d is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.
If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love’s keen arrows make.
’Tis not her glass, but you that flatters her, And out of you she sees herself more proper Than any of her lineaments can show her. But, mistress, know yourself, down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love; For I must tell you friendly in your ear, Sell when you can, you are not for all markets.
I pray you do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine.
“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
In spring time, the only pretty [ring] time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding, Sweet lovers love the spring.
I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not, As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
If this were play’d upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is.
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.
Ajax. Toadstool! learn me the proclamation. Ther. Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus? Ajax. The proclamation! Ther. Thou art proclaim’d fool, I think.
If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves.
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant.
For Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand, And with his arms outstretch’d as he would fly, Grasps in the comer.
The present eye praises the present object.
The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break.
A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath’d than an effeminate man
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.
Since she could speak, She hath not given so many good words breath As for her Greeks and Troyans suff’red death.
I am a bastard too, I love bastards. I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel’s most ominous to us. If the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard.
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey and his sting; And being once subdu’d in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none.
Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.
From lowest place [when] virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by th’ doer’s deed.
there can be no kernel in this light nut;
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipt them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish’d by our virtues.
I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now he’s a cat to me.
He hath out-villain’d villainy so far, that the rarity redeems him.
