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.

O, it is excellent

To use it gike a giant.

Act iis Sc. 2.

To have a liant's strength; but it i. tyrannous

But man, proud man,

Dress'd in a little brief authority,

Act ii. Sc. 2.

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

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.

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.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

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;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds

And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment

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.✴
Act iv. Sc. 1.

This song is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act v. Sc.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

'Gainst the tooth of time

And razure of oblivion.

Act v. Sc. 1.

My business in this state

Made me a looker-on here in Vienna. Act v. Sc. 1.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults.

Act v. Sc. 1.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation.

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.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

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

Act ii. Sc. 1.

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.

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?

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 humor?

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.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

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-favored 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.

Act iii. Sc. 5.

Comparisons are odorous.

A good old man, sir; he will be talking.

Act iii. Sc. 5.

do!

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

I have marked

A thousand blushing apparitions start

Act iv. Sc. 1

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

Act iv. Sc. 1.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Into his study of imagination.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Into the eye and prospect of his soul. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Flat burglary, as ever was committed.

O that he were here to write me down

Act iv. Sc. 2.

an ass.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

A fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him. Act iv. Sc. 2.

'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.

Act v. Sc. 1.