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| William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
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| 1162 |
Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. 1 |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 1163 |
The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 1164 |
Modest doubt is calld The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 1165 |
| The common curse of mankind,folly and ignorance. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| 1166 |
| All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1167 |
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1168 |
| One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1169 |
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt oer-dusted. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1170 |
And like a dew-drop from the lions mane, Be shook to air. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1171 |
His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
| 1172 |
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. |
| Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
| 1173 |
| Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. |
| Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3. |