| Quotes |
Topic |
| Proverbs | A third Cato has dropped from the skies. |
| Proverbs | A third heir seldom profits by ill-gotten wealth. |
| Proverbs | A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate. |
| Royalty | Princes that would their people should do well Must at themselves begin, as at the head; For men, by their example, pattern out Their limitations, and regard of laws: A virtuous court a world to virtue draws. |
| Royalty | A prince without letters is a Pilot without eyes. All his government is groping. |
| Royalty | They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a Prince as soon as his groom. |
| Shadows | Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men? |
| Shakespeare | I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand. |
| Shakespeare | He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! |
| Shakespeare | Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. |
| Sight | See and to be seen. |
| Slander | Where it concerns himself, Who's angry at a slander, makes it true. |
| Slander | Cut Men's throats with whisperings. |
| Sorrow | Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat. |
| Sweetness | Sweet meat must have sour sauce. |
| Toasts | Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. |
| Toasts | The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. |
| Toasts | To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure. |
| Trees | I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. . . . . Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. |
| Variety | All concord's born of contraries. |
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