MARCH

MARCH FIRST

WINTER

INTER 'S not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.

For now the wind begins to blow;

Thunder above and deeps below.

King Lear, II. iv.

Pericles, II.

MARCH SECOND

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.

Titus Andronicus, II. iv.

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

MARCH THIRD

Macbeth, Iv. iii.

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win

By fearing to attempt.

Measure for Measure, 1. iv.

Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee

straight

Adonis painted by a running brook,

And Cytherea all in sedges hid,

Which seem breath.

to move and wanton with her

Taming of the Shrew, IND. ii.

MARCH FIFTH

Be that thou hop'st to be, or what thou art Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying. Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, And find no harbour in a royal heart.

Second Part King Henry VI, 111. i.

MARCH SIXTH

Thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any

in Illyria.

Twelfth Night, I. v.

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee there's something extraordinary in thee.

Merry Wives of Windsor, III. iii.

MARCH SEVENTH

Falseness cannot come from thee; for thou look'st

Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace

For the crown'd Truth to dwell in: I will be

lieve thee,

And make my senses credit thy relation

To points that seem impossible.

MARCH EIGHTH

Pericles, v. i.

In an early spring

We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit, Hope gives not so much warrant as despair That frost will bite them.

Second Part King Henry IV, 1. iii.

MARCH NINTH

Beshrew me but I love her heartily;
For she is wise, if I can judge of her;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she hath proved herself;
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Merchant of Venice, II. vi.

MARCH TENTH

They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

Merry Wives of Windsor, v. i.

He that wants money, means, and content is

without three good friends.

As You Like It, III. ii.

Though it be honest, it is never good

To bring bad news; give to a gracious message An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell

Themselves when they be felt.

MARCH TWELFTH

Antony and Cleopatra, II. v.

Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume

Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't;

In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think
There's livers out of Britain.

Cymbeline, III. iv.

MARCH THIRTEENTH

O 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.

MARCH FOURTEENTH

King Richard III, 111. iv.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.

Taming of the Shrew, v. ii.

MARCH FIFTEENTH

Το say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Midsummer Night's Dream, III. i.

MARCH SIXTEENTH

Possess'd he is with greatness,

And speaks not to himself but with a pride
That quarrels at self-breath; imagin'd worth
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse
That 'twixt his mental and his active parts
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages
And batters down himself...

He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry "No recovery."

Troilus and Cressida, II. iii.

MARCH SEVENTEENTH

Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 't is not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Othello, I. i.