[Measure for Measure continued.

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,

Drest in a little brief authority,

Ibid.

Most ignorant of what he 's most assur'd,-
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,

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

Ibid.

That in the captain 's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Ibid. Our compell'd sins

Stand more for number than for accompt.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

The miserable have no other medicine,

But only hope.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Servile to all the skyey influences.
Palsied eld.

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.

Ibid.

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

Measure for Measure continued.]

In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds

And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.
Act iii. Sc. I.

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.

Ibid.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

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,

Ibid.

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.1

My business in this state

Made me a looker-on here in Vienna.

Ibid.

1 This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2, of Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional

stanza :

Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears!

But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

[Measure for Measure continued.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults.

Act v. Sc. 1.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

Ibid.

THE COMEDY OF ERRORS.

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

Acti. Sc. 1.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.

Act ii. Sc. I.

One Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain,

A mere anatomy.

Act v. Sc. I.

A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch,
A living dead man.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

Ibid.

Ibid.

The gentleman is not in your books.

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore

Ibid.

Speak low if you speak love.

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.

Ibid.

Much Ado about Nothing continued.]

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of

a new doublet.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea and one on shore;

To one thing constant never.

Sits the wind in that corner?

Ibid.

Ibid.

Shall quips, and sentences, and these paperbullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No; the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Ibid.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

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.

The most senseless and fit man.
You shall comprehend all vagrom men.

2 Watch.

How if a'will not stand?

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Dogb. Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.

Ibid.

[Much Ado about Nothing continued.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

Ibid.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! Act iv. Sc. I.

I never tempted her with word too large;
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

I have mark'd

A thousand blushing apparitions

Ibid.

To start into her face; a thousand innocent

shames,

In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes.

For it so falls out,

Ibid.

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.

Ibid.

Th' idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Into his study of imagination.

Ibid.

Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

Ibid