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| Christianity | He tells me flatly there's no mercy for me in heaven because I am a Jew's daughter, and he says you are no good member of the commonwealth, for in converting Jews to Christians you raise the price of pork. |
| Christianity | This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs, if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money. |
| Christianity | It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. |
| Christianity | A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us. |
| Christianity | Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has. |
| Christmas | At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows, But like of each thing that in season grows. |
| Circumstance | Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe, whose strength I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find You need it not. |
| Circumstance | To leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa and is here at the door to speak with him. |
| Cities | That is the way to lay the city flat, To bring the roof to the foundation, And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin. |
| Cities | What is the city but the people? |
| Cleanliness | I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him. If I do grow great, I'll grow less, for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. |
| Cliches and One Liners | How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. |
| Clouds | Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? By th' mass and 'tis, like a camel indeed. Methinks it is like a weasel. It is backed like a weasel. Or like a whale. Very like a whale. |
| Clouds | My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet. |
| Cocks | Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe. |
| Cocks | The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn, Your friends are up and buckle on their armor. |
| Companionship | If it be honor in your wars to seem The same you are not,--which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy--how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war, since that to both It stands in like request? |
| Conceit | Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. |
| Conceit | These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men. |
| Conceit | Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth, But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. |
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