| 1 |
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
| Act i. Sc. 1.
|
| 2 |
Here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
| Sc. 2.
|
| 3 |
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond.
| Ibid.
|
| 4 |
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
| Ibid.
|
| 5 |
Every room
Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy.
| Act ii. Sc. 2.
|
| 6 |
'T is lack of kindly warmth.
| Ibid.
|
| 7 |
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
| Act iii. Sc. 1.
|
| 8 |
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
| Sc. 5.
|
| 9 |
We have seen better days.
| Act iv. Sc. 2.
|
| 10 |
Are not within the leaf of pity writ.
| Sc. 3.
|
| 11 |
I 'll example you with thievery:
The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing 's a thief.
| Ibid.
|
| 12 |
Life's uncertain voyage.
| Act v. Sc. 1.
|