Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
A high hope for a low heaven.
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
That unlettered small-knowing soul.
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found.
The rational hind Costard.
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Delivers in such apt and gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
By my penny of observation.
The boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
A buck of the first head.
He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
You two are book-men.