« ÎnapoiContinuă »
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
But more, for that, in low simplicity,
I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool,
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
But his flaw'd heart,
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
C. i. 10.
R. III. iv. 4.
M. V. i. 3.
A good leg will fall; a strait back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. H.V. v. 2. L. L. v. 2.
A light heart lives long.
It is an honour 'longing to our house,
M. V. i. 3.
M. V. iii. 3.
K. L. v. 3.
A. W. v.3
There is an old tale goes, that Herne, the hunter,
A. W. iv. 2.
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns
HERO, MILITARY, PRETENded.
Such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote where services are done. H.V. iii. 6.
What a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on!
Either our history shall, with full mouth,
Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave,
H.V. iii. 6.
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
By his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts: he was, indeed, the glass
A true knight;
H.V. i. 2.
H. IV. PT. II. ii. 3.
Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word,
For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shows;
HESITATION (See also IRRESOLUTION).
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
T.C. iv. 5.
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom,
Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
H. iv. 4.
H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.
Instructed by the antiquary times,
A hit, a very palpable hit.
To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
We need no grave to bury honesty ;
T.C. ii. 3.
HOMAGE OF SIMPLICITY.
For never any thing can be amiss,
Out of your proof we speak: we, poor unfledg'd,
Take note, take note, O world,
H. v. 5.
K. J. iii. 1.
Ay, Sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. H. ii. 2.
M. N. v. 1.
W.T. ii. 1.
O. iii. 3.
I am myself indifferent honest: but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. H. iii. 1.
Let me behold
Thy face. Surely this man was born of woman.—
T. A. iv. 3.
J. C. iv. 3.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, brother, a very simple gentleman!
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his; him on't, but I could never get him from it. Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no
M. iv. 3.
his sworn W.T. iv. 3.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. W.T. iv. 3.
I have told
A. W. i. 3.
A. C. iii. 11.
Mine honesty and I begin to square.
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
I am the most offending soul alive.
R. II. i. 1.
T. S. iv. 3.
H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.
H.V. iv. 3.
T. C. v. 3.
'Tis a derivative from me to mine,
The king has cur'd me,
W. T. iii. 2.
I humbly thank his grace: and from these shoulders,
A load would sink a navy,-too much honour.
He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god
H. VIII. iii. 2.
Your presence glads our days; honour we love,
For men, like butterflies,
Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers,
Die in the fall.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
Or a noble sear, is a good livery of honour.
Is good, without a name: vileness is so;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Cym. i. 7.
P. P. ii. 3.
T.C. iii. 3.
J.C. v. 5.
A. W. iv. 5.
A. W. ii. 3.
Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
How many then should cover that stand bare!
How many be commanded that command!
How much low peasantry would then be glean'd
0. v. 2.
From the true seed of honoúr! and how much honour
M.V. ii. 9.