"He was too good to be Where ill men were, and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of good ones- sitting sadly Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speak; for feature, laming The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva, Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, A shop of all the qualities that man Loves woman for; besides that hook of wiving, Fairness which strikes the eye- CYMBELINE."
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"O wretched state! o bosom black as death!"
"Soft pity enters an iron gate."
"Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings."
"Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid."
"That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air."
"So musical a discord, such sweet thunder."
"Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word."
"He was ever precise in promise-keeping."
"I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing."
"Greatest scandal waits on greatest state."
"What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose."
"Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!"
"Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal."
"In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!"
"'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up."
"The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait."
"Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'"
"Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself."
"Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation."