907. The back is sacrifice to the load.

A. I. S. 2.

Queen Katharine.

908. God mend all!

A. I. S. 2. Queen Katharine.

909. Now I would pray our monsieurs To think an Eng

lish courtier may be wise, And never see the

Louvre.

910. A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.

A. I. S. 3. Chamberlain.

A. I. S. 3. Lovell.

911. Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

A. I. S. 3. Chamberlain.

912. For my little cure, Let me alone. A. I. S. 4. Sands.

913. Let the music knock it.

A. I. S. 4. King Henry.

914. When old Time shall lead him to his end, Goodness

and he fill up one monument !

918. Village curs, Bark when their fellows do.

919. All hoods make not monks.

A. 2. S. 4. King Henry.

A. 3. S. I. Queen Katharine.

920. There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience,

Deserves a corner.

921. Truth loves open dealing.

A. 3. S. 1. Queen Katharine.

A. 3. S. I. Queen Katharine.

922. Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge, That

no king can corrupt.

A. 3. S. I. Queen Katharine.

923. He brings his physic After his patient's death.

924. 'Tis a kind of good deed

A. 3. S. 2. Chamberlain. to say well; And yet,

words are no deeds.

A. 3. S. 2. King Henry.

925. If I blush, It is to see a nobleman want manners.

A. 3. S. 2. Wolsey.

926. My prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours. A. 3. S. 2. Cromwell. 927. Had their faces Been loose, this day they had been A. 4. S. 1. 3d Gentleman. 928. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We

lost.

write in water.

A. 4. S. 2. Griffith. 929. That comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon

after execution.

A. 4. S. 2. Queen Katharine. 930. Affairs, that walk (As they say spirits do) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks dispatch by day.

A. 5. S. 1. Gardiner.

931. Not ever The justice and the truth o' the question carries The due o' the verdict with it.

A. 5. S. 1. King Henry.

932. He has strangled His language in his tears.

A. 5. S. 1. King Henry.

933. 'Tis as like you As cherry is to cherry.

A. 5. S. I. Lady.

934. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, And at the door too, like a post with packets.

935. Few are angels.

A. 5. S. 2. King Henry.

A. 5. S. 2. Chancellor.

936. Those that tame wild horses Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle, But stop their mouths

with stubborn bits, and spur 'em, Till they obey A. 5. S. 2. Gardiner. 937. Men that make Envy and crooked malice, nourish

the manage.

ment, Dare bite the best. A. 5. S. 2. Cranmer. 938. Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition; Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.

A. 5. S. 2. Cranmer.

A. 5. S. 2. Cromwell.

939. 'Tis a cruelty, To load a falling man.

940. Ye blew the fire that burns ye. A. 5. S. 2. Cromwell. 941. With a true heart, And brother-love, I do it.

A. 5. S. 2. Gardiner.

942. Our children's children Shall see this, and bless

heaven.

A. 5. S. 4. Cranmer.

Cymbeline.

943. She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection

of her wit.

A. I. S. 2. Ist Lord. 944. I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still.

A. I. S. 4. Posthumus. 945. Certainties Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing, The remedy then born.

A. I. s. 6. Imogen.

946. Such a holy witch, That he enchants societies unto Half all men's hearts are his.

him

951. Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns; Once,

and a million !

A. 2. S. 4. Posthumus. 952. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

A. 3. S. 1. Cloten.

953. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.

A. 3. S. 5. Cloten.

954. This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness; labour

be his meed! A. 3. S. 5. Pisanio. 955. To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

956. Famine, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it

valiant.

A. 3. s. 6. Imogen.

A. 3. s. 6. Imogen.

hardness ever

957. Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards;

Of hardiness is mother.

A. 3. s. 6. Imogen.

958. Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

A. 3. s. 6. Belarius.

959. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

A. 3. s. 6. Arviragus.

960. Behold divineness No elder than a boy!

A. 3. s. 6. Belarius.

961. In honesty, I bid for you as I do buy.

A. 3. s. 6. Guiderius.

962. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less

welcome.

963. It is not vain-glory for a man

fer in his own chamber.

964. Clay and clay differs in dignity,

alike.

A. 3. s. 6. Arviragus. and his glass to con

A. 4. S. I. Cloten. Whose dust is both. A. 4. S. 2. Imogen.

965. Society is no comfort To one not sociable.

966. Love's reason's without reason.

A. 4. S. 2. Imogen.

A. 4. S. 2. Arviragus.