| Quotes |
Topic |
| Conceit | Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, they are but beggars who can count their worth. |
| Confession | Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. |
| Confession | Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker. |
| Confession | Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin, For to deny each article with oath Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. |
| Consideration | A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant. |
| Consideration | What you have said I will consider, what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things. |
| Consideration | Yea, at that very moment Consideration like an angel came And whipped th' offending Adam out of him, Leaving his body as a paradise T' envelop and contain celestial spirits. |
| Contemplation | When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation. |
| Contemplation | Contemplation makes a rare turkey cock of him. How he jets under his advanced plumes! |
| Contentment | He that is well paid is well satisfied. |
| Conversation | Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood. |
| Cookery | Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. |
| Cookery | Would the cook were o' my mind! |
| Cookery | She would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. |
| Courtiers | There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. |
| Covetousness | By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost, It yearns me not if me my garments wear, Such outward things dwell not in my desires, But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive. |
| Cowardice | Cowards die many times before their deaths,The valiant never taste of death but once. |
| Cowards | Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this, for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass. |
| Cowards | You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From slaves that apes would men! |
| Cowards | So cowards fight when they can fly no further, So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons, So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. |
| Previous - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - Page 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41 - 42 - 43 - 44 - 45 - 46 - 47 - 48 - 49 - 50 - 51 - 52 - 53 - 54 - 55 - 56 - 57 - 58 - 59 - 60 - 61 - 62 - 63 - 64 - 65 - 66 - 67 - 68 - 69 - 70 - 71 - 72 - 73 - 74 - 75 - 76 - 77 - 78 - 79 - 80 - 81 - 82 - 83 - 84 - 85 - 86 - 87 - 88 - 89 - 90 - 91 - 92 - 93 - 94 - 95 - 96 - 97 - 98 - 99 - 100 - 101 - 102 - 103 - 104 - 105 - 106 - Next |