All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
And give to dust that is a little gilt
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.
His heart and hand both open and both free;
For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
Many-headed multitude.
I thank you for your voices: thank you:
Your most sweet voices.
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
His absolute "shall"?
Enough, with over-measure.
His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder.
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war.
Serv. Where dwellest thou?
Cor. Under the canopy.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.
Chaste as the icicle
That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple.
If you have writ your annals true, 't is there
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. Boy!
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
The weakest goes to the wall.
Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.