Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, none. Timon of Athens, 1. ii. MAY TWENTY-NINTH Why should proud summer boast Before the birds have any cause to sing?... 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. Love's Labour's Lost, 1. i. MAY THIRTIETH Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; And sword and shield, In bloody field, Doth win immortal fame. King Henry V, III. ii. MAY THIRTY-FIRST The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise. Troilus and Cressida, II. ii. Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law King Lear, I. ii. JUNE SECOND Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; JUNE THIRD Comedy of Errors, III. ii. Base men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them. Othello, II. i. JUNE FOURTH There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; Make gallant show and promise of their mettle, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, JUNE FIFTH If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, Romeo and Juliet, v. i. JUNE SIXTH Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger; Troilus and Cressida, III. iii. JUNE SEVENTH Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, Hamlet, I. v. JUNE EIGHTH By my christendom, So I were out of prison and kept sheep, King John, IV. i. JUNE NINTH Then do we sin against our own estate Timon of Athens, v. i. Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent. Antony and Cleopatra, III. vii. JUNE TENTH I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage. Coriolanus, III. ii. JUNE ELEVENTH The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. Two Gentlemen of Verona, II. vii. The sin of my ingratitude even now Macbeth, I. iv. JUNE THIRTEENTH The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Much Ado About Nothing, III. i. JUNE FOURTEENTH O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute. Twelfth Night, 1. i. JUNE FIFTEENTH Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, |