| Quotes |
Topic |
| Inns | Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked? |
| Inns | The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn, and near approaches The subject of our watch. |
| Insanity | Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true, 'tis true 'tis pity, And pity 'tis 'tis true--a foolish figure. |
| Insanity | Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. |
| Insanity | It shall be so. Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. |
| Insanity | We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body. |
| Instinct | Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct. |
| Intemperance | O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! |
| Intemperance | In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame! One drunkard loves another of the name. |
| Intemperance | Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings. |
| Intemperance | In honest plainness thou hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee, and now, in madness, Being full of supper and distemp'ring draughts, Upon malicious knavery does thou come To start my quiet. |
| Intemperance | I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking, So full of valor that they smote the air For breathing in their faces, beat the ground, For kissing of their feet, yet always bending Towards their project. |
| Intemperance | What's a drunken man like, fool? Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught above heat makes him a fool, the seconds mads him, and a third drowns him. |
| Invention | She has a housewife's hand, but that's no matter, I say she never did invent this letter, This is a man's invention and his hand. |
| Jays | What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye? |
| Jealousy | So full of artless jealousy is guilt It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. |
| Jealousy | I do beseech you-- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance. |
| Jealousy | Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. |
| Jealousy | But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself. |
| Jealousy | If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law. |
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