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Shakespeare quotes on mend69 Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view, Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend One in ten, quoth 'a! An we might have a good woman born before every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well give Helen this, And urge her to a present answer back; Commend me to my kinsmen and my son Ambitious love hath so in me offended That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon, With sainted vow my faults to have amended He bears himself more proudlier, Even to my person, than I thought he would When first I did embrace him; yet his nature In that's no changeling, and I must excuse What cannot be amended I beseech you all be better known to this gentleman, whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine If I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are yours- provided I have your commendation for my more free entertainment If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better; if it do not, it is a vice in her ears which horsehairs and calves' guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend Their discipline, Now mingled with their courages, will make known To their approvers they are people such That mend upon the world What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before her face; and all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage; but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations Though Source: THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side; And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds For you, Edmund, Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant So much commend itself, you shall be ours Sir, I do know you, And dare upon the warrant of my note Commend a dear thing to you 'A can carve too, and lisp; why this is he That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy; This is the ape of form, Monsieur the Nice, That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice In honourable terms; nay, he can sing A mean most meanly; and in ushering, Mend him who can And I another So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it or be rid on't Their malady convinces The great assay of art, but at his touch, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, They presently amend Do thou but think What 'tis to cram a maw or clothe a back From such a filthy vice; say to thyself 'From their abominable and beastly touches I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.' Canst thou believe thy living is a life, So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots I will not believe such a Cataian though the priest o' th' town commended him for a true man [Aside to CAIUS] Pray you, let us not be laughing-stocks to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it Heaven me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend! Exeunt. If I did take the kingdom from your sons, To make amends I'll give it to your daughter The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend You understand me- over and beside Signior Baptista's liberality, I'll mend it with a largess Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when? [Sings] It was the friar of orders grey, As he forth walked on his way- Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry; Take that, and mend the plucking off the other if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own hands Anything that's mended is but patch'd; virtue that transgresses is but patch'd with sin, and sin that amends is but patch'd with virtue My niece shall take note of it; and assure thyself there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself; and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master Nay, would I were so ang'red with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey And kill the bees that yield it with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso With other gentlemen of good esteem Are journeying to salute the Emperor, And to commend their service to his will Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man, Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, To be seduced by thy flattery That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Return, return, and make thy love amends The good Queen, For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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