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The picklock that never fails.
The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.
Thou art figured blind, and yet we borrow our best sight from thee.
'Tis the only discipline we are born for; all studies else are but as circular lines, and death the center where they all must meet.
To all married men, be this a caution,
Which they should duly tender as their life,
Neither to doat too much, nor doubt a wife.
To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.
- [Despair : Doubt]
True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn.
Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.
Why here's a villain,
Able to corrupt a thousand by example.
Without good company all dainties
Lose their true relish, and like painted grapes,
Are only seen, not tasted.
You have not, as good patriots should do, studied
The public good, but your particular ends:
Factious among yourselves; preferring such
To offices and honors, as ne'er read
The elements of saving policy;
But deeply skill'd in all the principles
That usher to destruction.
Yes, if they would thank their maker,
And seek no further, but they have new creators,
God tailor and god mercer.
- A Very Woman (act III, sc. 1, l. 161)
Death hath a thousand door to let life out.
I shall find one.
- A Very Woman (act V, sc. 4) [Death]
What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!
- City Madam (act I, sc. 2) [Tailors]
Soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.
- Duke of Milan (act I, sc. 2, l. 45)
And, but herself, admits no parallel.
- Duke of Milan (act IV, sc. 3) [Character]
As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
Can bring more to the making up of a man,
Than can be hoped from thee; thou art his creature;
And did he not, each morning, new create thee,
Thou'dst stink and be forgotten.
- Fatal Dowry (act III, sc. 1) [Tailors]
Their promises, but those obtained, weak pigmies
In their performance.
- Great Duke (act II, sc. 3) [Promises]
But in our Sanazarro 'tis not so,
He being pure and tried gold; and any stamp
Of grace, to make him current to the world,
The duke is pleased to give him, will add honour
To the great bestower; for he, though allow'd
Companion to his master, still preserves
His majesty in full lustre.
- Great Duke of Florence (act I, sc. 1)
Till they have gained their ends, are giants in
Their promises, but, those obtained, weak pigmies
In their performance. And it is a maxim
Allowed among them, so they may deceive,
They may swear anything; for the queen of love,
As they hold constantly, does never punish,
But smile, at lovers' perjuries.
- Great Duke of Florence (act II, sc. 3)
What a sea
Of melting ice I walk on!
- Maid of Honor (act III, sc. 3) [Danger]
What can innocence hope for,
When such as sit her judges are corrupted!
- Maid of Honor (act V, sc. 2) [Innocence]
I will now court her in the conqueror's style;
"Come, see, and overcome."
- Maid of Honour (act II, sc. 1) [Wooing]
That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it,
And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour.
This life's a fort committed to my trust,
Which I must not yield up, till it be forced:
Nor will I. He's not valiant that dares die,
But he that boldly bears calamity.
- Maid of Honour (act IV, sc. 3)
[Cowardice : Suicide]
If you like not hanging, drown yourself;
Take some course for your reputation.
- New Way to pay Old Debts (act II, sc. 1)
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