Question and Answer

Flat

terers Everywhere

The
Mask for
Villainy

The
Value of
Praise

WHAT

7HAT things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers? Women nearest; but men, men

things themselves.

are the

Timon of Athens. Act IV, Sc. 3.

7HO dares, who dares,

WHO

In purity of manhood stand upright,
And say, "This man's a flatterer"? If one be,
So are they all; for every grize of fortune
Is smooth'd by that below. The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool.

NRs

Timon of Athens. Act IV, Sc. 3.

O visor does become black villainy,
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Pericles. Act IV, Sc. 4.

NE good deed dying tongueless aughters a thousand waiting upon

that.

Our praises are our wages; you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre.

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

O

POMP

MOMENTARY grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace
of God!

Who builds his hope in air of your good

looks,

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,

Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

Richard III. Act III, Sc. 4.

HEY that stand high have many blasts
to shake them;

ΤΗ

And if they fall, they dash themselves to
pieces.
Richard III. Act I, Sc. 3.

I

but

AM for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter. Some that humble themselves may; the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire.

All's Well That Ends Well. Act IV, Sc. 5.

The

Soul's
Danger

High Place

"The Prim

rose

Way to the Everlasting

Bon

fire"

Distracting Rank

Dread

To the Pampered

O

PLACE and greatness! millions of false eyes

Are stuck upon thee! Volumes of report
Run with these false and most contrarious
quests

Upon thy doings; thousand escapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams,
And rack thee in their fancies!

Measure for Measure. Act IV, Sc. 1.

POOR and co is

DOOR and content is rich and rich enough,
But riches fineless is poor as winter

To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

AKE physic,

Othello. Act III, Sc. 3.

TEP thyself to feel what wretches

feel,

That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

Desire

N

King Lear. Act III, Sc. 4.

OUGHT'S had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without con-
tent. Macbeth. Act III, Sc. 2.

WILLING misery

Outlives in certain pomp, is crown'd
before.

Timon of Athens. Act IV, Sc. 3.

VERILY,

I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Our content

Is our best having.

VAIN

AIN pomp and glory of this world, I
hate ye!

I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes'
favours!

There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women
have;

And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

Henry VIII. Act III, Sc. 2.

"The

Poor in Spirit"

Content

Put not
Your
Faith in
Princes

The

Penalty

Immortal Gifts

The
"Benefit
of Ill"

HE soul and body rive not more in part

THE
Thing

Than greatness going off.

I

Antony and Cleopatra. Act IV, Sc. 13.

HOLD it ever,

Virtue and cunning were endowments

greater

Than nobleness and riches. Careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend,
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. Pericles. Act III, Sc. 2.

HARDSHIP

HE art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious.

TH

King Lear. Act III, Sc. 2.

COME; our stomachs

Will make what's homely savoury; weariness

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth

Finds the down pillow hard.

Cymbeline. Act III, Sc. 6.