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| Gain | This casket threatens, men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages. A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross, I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead. |
| Gain | No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en. In brief, sir, study what you most effect. |
| Geese | What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. |
| Giving | Give every man your ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. |
| Glory | Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught. |
| Glory | Like madness is the glory of this life As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. |
| Glowworms | The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. |
| Gold | I see, the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty, yet the gold bides still That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold, and no man that hath a name, By falsehood and corruption doth it shame. |
| Gold | Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me, Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold, For I have bought it with an hundred blows. |
| Gold | A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter? About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring That she did give me, whose posy was For all the world like cutler's poetry Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.' |
| Gold | You have a choice between the natural stability of gold and the honesty and intelligence of the members of government. And with all due respect for those gentlemen, I advise you, as long as the capitalist system lasts, vote for gold. |
| Gold | There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell,. |
| Gossip | But that your royal pleasure must be done, This act is as an ancient tale new told, And in the last repeating troublesome, Being urged at a time unreasonable. |
| Gossip | Foul whisp'rings are abroad. |
| Gossip | if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever knapped ginger or made her neighbors believe she wept for the death of a third husband. |
| Grace | Here comes one with a paper, God give him grace to groan! |
| Grace | O, then, what graces in my love do dwell That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell! |
| Grace | Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand, Enwheel thee round! |
| Grace | He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. |
| Gratitude | Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own! |
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