The
Out-

come

HOULD all despair

That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind

Would hang themselves. Physic for't there
is none.

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where 'tis predominant.

A Winter's Tale. Act I, Sc. 2.

Preaching and Practice

GOOD COUNSEL

F to do were as easy as to know that were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions; I can easier teach twenty that were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree; such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple.

The Merchant of Venice. Act I, Sc. 2.

BETT

I

ETTER a little chiding, than a great deal
of heart-break.

Merry Wives of Windsor, Act V, Sc. 3.

WILL chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults. As You Like It. Act III, Sc. 2.

A FRIEND should bear his friend's in

Ds

Julius Cæsar. Act IV, Sc. 3.

O not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to
heaven,

Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
And recks not his own rede.

SH

Hamlet. Act I, Sc. 3.

HAME to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!

Chiding

Charity

Patience

The
Steep

Way
and the
Prim-

rose

Path

The Нуроcrite

The Free Man

Reason
God-like

How many likeness made in crimes,
Making practice on the times,
To draw with idle spiders' strings
Most ponderous and substantial things!
Measure for Measure. Act III, Sc. 2.

BLE

Whose blood and judgement are so well commingled,

That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear
him

In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart.
Hamlet. Act III, Sc. 2.

W

HAT is a man,

If his chief good and market of his
Time

Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure, He that made us with such large dis-

course,

Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason

To fust in us unus'd.

Hamlet. Act IV, Sc. 4.

THE still and mental parts many hands

That do contrive

shall strike

When fitness calls them on, and knows by

measure

Of their observant toil the enemies' weight-
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war;
So that the ram that batters down the wall,
For the great swing and rudeness of his poise,
They place before his hand that made the
engine,

Or those that with the fineness of their souls
By reason guide his execution.

Troilus and Cressida. Act I, Sc. 3.

O be love

The wise mand's Wight; that dwells with

gods above.

Troilus and Cressida. Act III, Sc. 2.

Yet Despised

Wise
Love
Impos-
sible

Single Blessedness

Reason

Impulse

FOR

'OR aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless

moon.

Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that which withering on the virgin
thorn

Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I, Sc. 1.

HE will of man
sway'd.

THE

is by his reason

A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II,

SOME

Sc. 2.

OME men there are love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad if they behold a cat; And others, when the bagpipe sings i' the

nose,

Cannot contain their urine: for affection,
Mistress of passion, sways it to the mood
Of what it likes or loathes.

Merchant of Venice. Act IV, Sc. 1.