O, she will sing the savagenes...

O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!

His tongue is now a stringless...

His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

Nay, now you are too flat,

Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.

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She hath made me four and twen...

She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are
most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and
he sings psalms to hornpipes.

Season your admiration for a w...

Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear. . . .

When a wise man gives thee bet...

When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again.

Bosom upon my counsel;
...

Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.

Here comes a man of comfort, w...

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Surely, sir,
There's in...

Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propped by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor called upon
For high feats done to th' crown, neither allied
To eminent assistants, but spiderlike
Out of his self-drawing web, 'a gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way,
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next

I dote on his very absence, an...

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

How like a winter hath my abse...

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!

All days are nights to see til...

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

That it should come to this,

That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet within a month--
Let me not t

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The pretty and sweet manner of...

The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.

There's something in't
...

There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall for my legacy be sanctified
By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor
But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
By such a day and hour.

I will be treble-sinewed, hear...

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth
And send to darkness all that stop me.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and ...

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

As good luck would have it, co...

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives
intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's
wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

This is the third time; I hope...

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in
nativity, chance, or death.

There's language in her eye, h...

There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.