When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony;

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Words before blows.

What the gods delay, they not deny.

We, ignorant of ourselves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit,

By losing of our prayers.

When good will is shew'd, though 't come too short,

The actor may plead pardon.

Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis

offer'd,

Shall never find it more.

Who does i' the wars more than his captain can, Becomes his captain's captain.

In their best fortunes strong, but want will per

jure

The ne'er-touched vestal.

Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.

When we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on 't!) the wise gods seel our eyes, In our own filth dross our clear judgments;

make us

Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.

When valour preys on reason,

It eats the sword it fights with.

Wishers were ever fools.

*It should be borne in mind that it is Octavius Cæsar who says this; and, indeed always, in quoting Shakespeare for the purpose of applying his axioms, it should be remembered to what characters he assigns their utterance.

Winning will put any man into courage.

Weariness

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Who has a book of all that monarchs do,

He's more secure to keep it shut, than shewn.

When the mind's free, the body's delicate.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.

What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet.

Where unbruised youth, with unstuff'd brain, Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

Wisely, and slow; they stumble that run fast.

Who not needs shall never lack a friend; And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes.

When devils will their blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shews.

What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

W.R.S.

Your if is the only peace-maker; much virtue in if.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.

With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere

With spur we heat an acre.

Stenter's