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His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;

And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly
works them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

PRO.

Dost thou think so, spirit? Mine would, sir, were I human.

ARI.
PRO.
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to
the quick,

Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel ;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

ARI.

I'll fetch them, sir.

TEMPEST, A. 5, s. 1.

THAT WHAT WE HAVE WE PRIZE NOT TO THE WORTH WHILES WE ENJOY IT.

PAUSE a while,

And let my counsel sway you in this case. Your daughter here the princes left for dead;

Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
And publish it that she is dead indeed:
Maintain a mourning ostentation;
And on your family's old monument
Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites
That appertain unto a burial.

This, well carried, shall on her behalf

Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
But not for that, dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

Upon
the instant that she was accus'd,
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,
Of every hearer: For it so falls out,

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: So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;

And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,

More moving-delicate, and full of life,

Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

Than when she liv'd indeed:-then shall he

mourn,

And wish he had not so accused her;

No, though he thought his accusation true.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, A. 4, s. 1.

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Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;
The goodness of your intercepted packets,
You writ to the pope, against the king: your
goodness,

Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.
My lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,
As you respect the common good, the state
Of our despis'd nobility, our issues,
Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,-
Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles
Collected from his life :-I'll startle you

Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench

Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.

WOL. How much, methinks, I could despise

this man,

But that I am bound in charity against it!

K. HENRY VIII., A. 3, s. 2.

STATE WATCH.

MADNESS in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

HAMLET, A. 3, s. 1

STEEL WELL TEMPERED.

HAPPY are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, a. 2, s. 3.

STRENGTH OR WEAKNESS IN
USE OR ABUSE.

O THOU invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call theedevil! O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

OTHELLO, A. 2, s. 3.

STUDY AND PLEASURE SHOULD
GO HAND IN HAND.

Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself;

Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:
Talk logick with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetorick in your common talk:
Musick and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematicks and the metaphysicks,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves
you:

No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en ;-
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

TAMING OF THE SHREW, A. 1, s. 1.

SUNSET.

THE weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

K. RICHARD III., A. 5, s. 3.

SURFACE LOVE UNCERTAIN. JULIA. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,

And entertain'd them deeply in her heart:
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root!
O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me
Such an immodest raiment; if shame live
In a disguise of love:

It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,

Women to change their shapes, than men their minds.

PROTEUS.

Than men their minds! 'tis true;

O heaven! were man

But constant, he were perfect: that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all sins:

Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins:

What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy

More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye?

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, A. 5, s. 4.

SWEETNESS OF MIND.

NOBLY he yokes

A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh

Was that it was, for not being such a smile;

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