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| Nature | And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. |
| Necessity | Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger, And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun. |
| Necessity | Now we sit close about this taper here And call in question our necessities. |
| Necessity | No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the emnity o' th' air, To be a comrade with the wolf and owl, Necessity's sharp pinch. |
| Necessity | The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. |
| News | Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and the bad together, he's friends with Caesar, In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free. |
| News | Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren. |
| News | Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news, give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. |
| News | Here come Monsieur Le Beau. With his mouth full of news. Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young. Then shall we be news-crammed. |
| News | If't be summer news, Smile to't before, if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still. |
| News | There's villainous news abroad. |
| News | Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Rememb'red tolling a departing friend. |
| News | And tidings do I bring and lucky joys And golden times and happy news of price. I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world. |
| News | Ten day ago I drowned these news in tears, And now, to add more measure to your woes, I come to tell you things sith then befallen. |
| News | O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. |
| News | My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered, And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty. |
| News | Master, master, old news! And such news as you never heard of! |
| News | How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. |
| Nightingales | The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! |
| Nobility | His nature is too noble for the world. He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder. |
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