T

There's small choice in rotten apples.-HOR. I., 1.

'Tis no time to jest, and therefore frame your manners to the time.—Luc. I., 1.

Though little fire grows great with little wind, yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.-PET. II., 1.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.-Pet. 3.

IV.,

'Tis the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest cloud, so honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, because his painted skin contents the eye?-PET. IV., 3.

Time it is, when raging war is done, to smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-Luc. V., 2.

W

Where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.-PET. II., 1.

Y

You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense.-PET. V., 2.

Comedy of Errors.

A

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, we bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; but were we burden'd with like weight of pain, as much, or more, we should ourselves complain.-ADR. Act II., Scene 1.

C

Come, these jests are out of season; reserve them till a merrier hour than this.-ANT. S. I., 2.

Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine; whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, makes me with thy strength to communicate.-ADR. II., 2.

F

Far from her nest, the lapwing cries, away.-ADR. IV., 2.

Fly pride, says the peacock.-DRO. S. IV., 4.

H

He that commends me to mine own content, commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world

am like a drop of water, that in the ocean seeks another drop; who, falling there to find his fellow forth, unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.-ANT. S. I., 2.

N

No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.-Luc. IV., 2.

P

Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause; they can be meek, that have no other cause.-ADR. II., 1.

S

Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry feast.-BAL. III., 1.

Slander lives upon succession; for ever hous'd, where it once gets possession.-BAL. III., 1.

Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue, but moody and dull melancholy, (kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.)-ABb. V., 1.

T

They say, every why hath a wherefore.-DRO. S.

II.,

2.

Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth, to season. Nay, he's a thief too: Have you not heard men say, that time comes stealing on by night and day?-DRO. S. IV., 2.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.—ABB. V., 1.

N

U

Unquiet meals make ill digestions.-ABB. V., 1.

W

When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, but creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.ANT. S. II., 2.

King John.

A

Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd to do him justice, and revenge on you.-CONST. Act II., Scene 1.

A scepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand, must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd.-PAND. III., 4.

A little snow, tumbled about, anon becomes a mountain.-PAND. III., 4.

All things, that you should use to do me wrong, deny their office.-ARTH. IV., 1.

B

Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, when gold and silver becks me to come on.-BAST. III., 3.

Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels; and fly, like thought, from them to me again.-K. JOHN, IV., 2.

Be great in act, as you have been in thought; let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, govern the motion of a kingly eye.-BAST. V., 1.

C

Call for our chiefest men of discipline, to cull the plots of best advantages.-K. PHI. II., 1.

Courage mounteth with occasion.—AUST. II., 1.

F

Fierce extremes, in their continuance, will not feel themselves. Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, leaves them insensible.-P. HEN. V., 7.

G

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, remembers me of all his gracious parts.-CONST. III., 4.

H

He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such a she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fulness of perfection lies in him. O, two such silver currents, when they join, do glorify the banks that bound them in.-1 CIT. II., 2.

Here's a large mouth, indeed, that spits forth death,