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Shakespeare quotes on good66 Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection Source: THE SONNETS Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat, Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride, Or (being wrecked) I am a worthless boat, He of tall building, and of goodly pride How many lambs might the stern wolf betray, If like a lamb he could his looks translate! How many gazers mightst thou lead away, if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! But do not so, I love thee in such sort, As thou being mine, mine is thy good report That is my home of love, if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that my self bring water for my stain, Never believe though in my nature reigned, All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good Thus policy in love t' anticipate The ills that were not, grew to faults assured, And brought to medicine a healthful state Which rank of goodness would by ill be cured To this I witness call the fools of time, Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime Yet this shall I ne'er know but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out In her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness but the composition that your valour and fear makes in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well Farewell, monsieur; I have spoken better of you than you have or will to deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't, The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking off so good a wife and so sweet a lady E'en a crow o' th' same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face; whether there be a scar under 't or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together I wish I could be made so many men, And all of you clapp'd up together in An Antony, that I might do you service So good as you have done Mine honest friends, I turn you not away; but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death Eros! Come, mine armour, Eros! Enter EROS with armour Come, good fellow, put mine iron on I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold For thy good valour But come, come, Antony- Help me, my women- we must draw thee up; Assist, good friends Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women? What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian! My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look, Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart a very honest woman, but something given to lie, as a woman should not do but in the way of honesty; how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt- truly she makes a very good report o' th' worm Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the keeping of wise people; for indeed there is no goodness in the worm There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news; that is, the old Duke is banished by his younger brother the new Duke; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke; therefore he gives them good leave to wander Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught Now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say 'This is no flattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.' Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena A miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms- and yet a motley fool It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover; but take a taste of my finding him, and relish it with good observance Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were to put good meat into an unclean dish Know of me then- for now I speak to some purpose- that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues Perhaps some merchant hath invited him, And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner; Good sister, let us dine, and never fret Y'are sad, Signior Balthazar; pray God our cheer May answer my good will and your good welcome here That chain will I bestow- Be it for nothing but to spite my wife- Upon mine hostess there; good sir, make haste Long since thy husband serv'd me in my wars, And I to thee engag'd a prince's word, When thou didst make him master of thy bed, To do him all the grace and good I could Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably; come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in I cannot say your worships have deliver'd the matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables; and though I must be content to bear with those that say you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that tell you you have good faces I would my son Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, His good sword in his hand I shall between this and supper tell you most strange things from Rome, all tending to the good of their adversaries As fair and as good- a kind of hand-in-hand comparison- had been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britain He cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly.- Good morrow to your Majesty and to my gracious mother The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun I false! Thy conscience witness! Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, Thy favour's good enough Prithee away! There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even All that good time will give us Exit IMOGEN into the cave This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had Good ancestors O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good Forgive me this my virtue; For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg- Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good O, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half, Good night- but go not to my uncle's bed In his lawless fit Behind the arras hearing something stir, Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' And in this brainish apprehension kills The unseen good old man Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! Look, 'when his infant fortune came to age,' And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin'- O, the devil take such cozeners!- God forgive me! Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done Now could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends What, Hal? How now, mad wag? What a devil dost thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy Well, I cannot last ever; but it was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common It is but as a body yet distempered; Which to his former strength may be restored With good advice and little medicine Dead! 'A would have clapp'd i' th' clout at twelve score, and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see 'Phrase' call you it? By this day, I know not the phrase; but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command, by heaven 'A came ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those tunes to the overscutch'd huswifes that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his fancies or his good-nights Our battle is more full of names than yours, Our men more perfect in the use of arms, Our armour all as strong, our cause the best; Then reason will our hearts should be as good Yea, but our valuation shall be such That every slight and false-derived cause, Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason, Shall to the King taste of this action; That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, And good from bad find no partition My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through Gloucestershire; and, when you come to court, stand my good lord, pray, in your good report O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph! [Exit BARDOLPH] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise something to do thyself good Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress God Almighty! There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry The King's a bawcock and a heart of gold, A lad of life, an imp of fame; Of parents good, of fist most valiant here is the fellow of it; and he that I gave it to in change promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd to strike him if he did; I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her; and that is good English Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw Exeunt GAOLERS, hearing out the body of MORTIMER Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort; And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, I doubt not but with honour to redress; And therefore haste I to the Parliament, Either to be restored to my blood, Or make my ill th' advantage of my good Away, captains! Let's get us from the walls; For Talbot means no goodness by his looks Warwick my son, the comfort of my age, Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy housekeeping, Hath won the greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey What, madam, are you there? The King and commonweal Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains; My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not, See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts Nay then, this spark will prove a raging fire, If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with; No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes; And you, forsooth, had the good Duke to keep My lord, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, Or unto death, to do my country good So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss He were created knight for his good service Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news; Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; Or had he scap'd, methinks we should have heard The happy tidings of his good escape And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, And all his lands and goods confiscated Is't meet that he Should leave the helm and, like a fearful lad, With tearful eyes add water to the sea And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Which industry and courage might have sav'd? Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that? And Montague our top-mast; what of him? Our slaught'red friends the tackles; what of these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? And Somerset another goodly mast? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? We will not from the helm to sit and weep, But keep our course, though the rough wind say no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck, As good to chide the waves as speak them fair The owl shriek'd at thy birth- an evil sign; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chatt'ring pies in dismal discords sung; Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope, To wit, an indigest deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree Which is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bordeaux None here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad; he would have all as merry As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people Noble lady, First, mine own service to your Grace; the next, The King's request that I would visit you, Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Sends you his princely commendations And heartily entreats you take good comfort Exit GURNEY Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good Friday, and ne'er broke his fast Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet, But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it shall come for me to do thee good The Count Melun is slain; the English lords By his persuasion are again fall'n off, And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony; Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts Of brothers' temper, do receive you in With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius Farewell, good Messala; Good night, Titinius; noble, noble Cassius, Good night and good repose O murtherous slumber, Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them Hear me, recreant! On thine allegiance, hear me! Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow- Which we durst never yet- and with strain'd pride To come between our sentence and our power,- Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,- Our potency made good, take thy reward [To Cordelia] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, That justly think'st and hast most rightly said! [To Regan and Goneril] And your large speeches may your deeds approve, That good effects may spring from words of love Put in his legs.- [Kent is put in the stocks.] Come, my good lord, away It was he That made the overture of thy treasons to us; Who is too good to pity thee A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows, Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, Am pregnant to good pity Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit [Singing] Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it, my good man [Descending] Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy, Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good night If he were dead, you'ld weep for him; if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not check thee I think withal There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here from gracious England have I offer Of goodly thousands Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honor your scope is as mine own, So to enforce or qualify the laws As to your soul seems good If it please your honour, I am the poor Duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors If it please your honour, I know not well what they are; but precise villains they are, that I am sure of, and void of all profanation in the world that good Christians ought to have Sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit dish, a dish of some three pence; your honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there; I'll take my leave, And leave you to the hearing of the cause, Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you Nay, but hear me; Your sense pursues not mine; either you are ignorant Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good Therefore fasten your ear on my advisings; to the love I have in doing good a remedy presents itself The deputy cannot abide a whoremaster; if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand 'Tis good; though music oft hath such a charm To make bad good and good provoke to harm Re-enter MARIANA I pray you be acquainted with this maid; She comes to do you good I do desire to learn, sir; and I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare; for truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you a good turn Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, For that he knew you, might reproach your life, And choke your good to come An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart I cannot get a service, no! I have ne'er a tongue in my head! [Looking on his palm] Well; if any man in Italy have a fairer table which doth offer to swear upon a book- I shall have good fortune What! must I hold a candle to my shames? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light Shed thou no blood, nor cut thou less nor more But just a pound of flesh; if thou tak'st more Or less than a just pound- be it but so much As makes it light or heavy in the substance, Or the division of the twentieth part Of one poor scruple; nay, if the scale do turn But in the estimation of a hair- Thou diest, and all thy goods are confiscate Tell him there's a post come from my master with his horn full of good news; my master will be here ere morning Alas, the sweet woman leads an ill life with him! He's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frampold life with him, good heart Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I have no other charms Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I thank thee Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have suffer'd to bring this woman to evil for your good By my trot, dere is no duke that the court is know to come; I tell you for good will Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Call'd Robin Goodfellow Are not you he That frights the maidens of the villagery, Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern, And bootless make the breathless housewife churn, And sometime make the drink to bear no barm, Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied! But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Lie further off, in human modesty; Such separation as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend Mounsieur Cobweb; good mounsieur, get you your weapons in your hand and kill me a red-hipp'd humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag The sleepers awake and kneel to THESEUS] Good-morrow, friends Teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good With a good leg and a good foot, uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world--if 'a could get her good will No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness Your answer, sir, is enigmatical; But, for my will, my will is, your good will May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd In the state of honourable marriage; In which, good friar, I shall desire your help As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested O, let my sovereign turn away his face And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood How God and good men hate so foul a liar Think what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands What will ensue hereof there's none can tell; But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him Why hopest thou so? 'Tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory like a shooting star Fall to the base earth from the firmament! The sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest; Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby, To your good prayer will scarcely say amen Now they believe it, and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorset, Grey; But then I sigh and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn I saw good strawberries in your garden there His Grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning; There's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit Would you imagine, or almost believe- Were't not that by great preservation We live to tell it-that the subtle traitor This day had plotted, in the council-house, To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester The son of Clarence have I pent up close; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night If this inducement move her not to love, Send her a letter of thy noble deeds; Tell her thou mad'st away her uncle Clarence, Her uncle Rivers; ay, and for her sake Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne The weary sun hath made a golden set, And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in Prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and- God-den, good fellow This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish, hairs, Which once untangled much misfortune bodes This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage O, Romeo, that she were, O that she were An open et cetera, thou a pop'rin pear! Romeo, good night Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distempered head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good Are you my wife, and will not call me husband? My men should call me 'lord'; I am your goodman O' my word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him I promis'd to enquire carefully About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca; And by good fortune I have lighted well On this young man; for learning and behaviour Fit for her turn, well read in poetry And other books- good ones, I warrant ye Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited; Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns Soud, soud, soud, soud! Re-enter SERVANTS with supper Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry Enter VINCENTIO [To VINCENTIO] Good-morrow, gentle mistress; where away?- Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee Use your authority; if you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts!-Out of our way, I say This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee; but while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dewlapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find Each putter-out of five for one will bring us Good warrant of Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good [Aside] What will this come to? He commands us to provide and give great gifts, And all out of an empty coffer; Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake; I'd such a courage to do him good My lords, if not for any parts in him- Though his right arm might purchase his own time, And be in debt to none- yet, more to move you, Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both; And, for I know your reverend ages love Security, I'll pawn my victories, all My honours to you, upon his good returns Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously for rule and empery, Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand A special party, have by common voice In election for the Roman empery Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the Emperor for his good O, how this villainy Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it! Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace Look round about the wicked streets of Rome, And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer Go thou with him, and when it is thy hap To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud; This goodly summer with your winter mix'd The feast is ready which the careful Titus Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are; Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order; And therefore is the glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other, whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad I do believe it; for they pass'd by me As misers do by beggars-neither gave to me Good word nor look Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' th' head! [One knocks] Who's that at door? Good uncle, go and see Fie that you'll say so! He plays o' th' viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus; 'twas very good, i' faith But, O, how vile an idol proves this god! Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe; And, in a word, for far behind his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow, He is complete in feature and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman My gracious lord, that which I would discover The law of friendship bids me to conceal; But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that Which else no worldly good should draw from me If her liquor be good, she shall; if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised I am very loath to be your idol, sir; But since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it; And so, good rest Madam, I pity much your grievances; Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd, I give consent to go along with you, Recking as little what betideth me As much I wish all good befortune you Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present Therefore mark my counsel, Which must be ev'n as swiftly followed as I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me Cry lost, and so goodnight Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that tongue I have; if wit flow from't As boldness from my bosom, let't not be doubted I shall do good Good my liege, I come- And I beseech you hear me, who professes Myself your loyal servant, your physician, Your most obedient counsellor; yet that dares Less appear so, in comforting your evils, Than such as most seem yours- I say I come From your good Queen Jove send her A better guiding spirit! What needs these hands? You that are thus so tender o'er his follies Will never do him good, not one of you Come on, And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, As your good flock shall prosper They throng who should buy first, as if my trinkets had been hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means I saw whose purse was best in picture; and what I saw, to my good use I rememb'red The blessed gods Purge all infection from our air whilst you Do climate here! You have a holy father, A graceful gentleman, against whose person, So sacred as it is, I have done sin, For which the heavens, taking angry note, Have left me issueless; and your father's blest, As he from heaven merits it, with you, Worthy his goodness Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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