Which by and by black night doth take away. (73)

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any. (10)

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet, methinks, I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality :
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive.
(14)
To witness duty, not to show my wit.—(26)
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate,
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
(10)

Plays.

O how this Spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, I. i.

My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Two Gen. Ver., II. iv.
O thou, that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless,
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was.
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia.

Two Gen. Ver., V. iv. My beauty Needs not the painted flourish of your praise. Love's Labour's Lost, II. i.

Fie, painted Rhetoric! O she needs it not ; To things of sale a seller's praise belongs,She passes praise.-L. L. L., IV. iii.

Beauty doth varnish age as if new-born.
L. L. L., IV. iii.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive.
L. L. L., IV. iii.
More lovely than a man!
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
Venus and Adonis, 2.
The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and
trim;

But true, sweet beauty lived and died with him.-V. and A., 180.

Art thou a woman's son and canst not feel
What 'tis to love?-V. and A., 34.
Oh, had thy mother borne so hard a mind
She had not brought forth thee.

V. and A.,
Rich preys make true men thieves.

34.

V. and A., 121. What is thy body but a swallowing grave? V. and A., 127.

Sonnets. Unthrifty loveliness! why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Profitless usurer.—(4)

Hearing you praised, I say 'tis so.-(85)

Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to
sing.
(78)

Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his trea-

sure;

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look.-(75) For Slander's mark was ever yet the fair.-(70)

Thou art thy Mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.-(3)

Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
Even so my sun.-(33)

Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare.

(52)

Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still; The better angel is a man right fair; The worser spirit a woman coloured ill; To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil; Wooing his purity with her foul pride.—(144) I s'gh the lack of many a thing I sought.-(30) And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight. (30) When I perhaps compounded am with clay. (71) Sweet Roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made. (54)

Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward; Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard. (133)

That is my home of love; if I have ranged, Like him that travels, I return again.-(109)

I do forgive thy robbery, gentle Thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty. (40) That sweet Thief which sourly robs from me. (35)

Plays. Gold that's put to use more gold begets. V. and A., 128.

She says 'tis so; they answer all 'tis so!
V. and A., 142.
Thine eyes that taught all other eyes to see.
V. and A., 159.

Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown
From thievish ears, because it is his own.
But poorly rich, so wanteth in his store
That, cloyed with much, he pineth still for
more.-Lucrece, 5 and 14.

For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Lucrece, 144.
Poor broken glass, I often did behold
In thy sweet semblance iny old age new-born.
Lucrece, 252.
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world.
Pt. I. Henry IV., I. ii.

So my state,
Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast,
And won by rareness such solemnity.
Pt. I. Henry IV., III. ii.

You follow the young prince up and down like his ill-angel.-Pt. II. Henry IV., I. ii. There is a good angel about him, but the devil outbids him too.-Pt. II. Henry IV., II. iv.

You do draw my spirits from me
With new lamenting ancient oversights.
Pt. II. Henry IV., II. ii.
Only compound me with forgotten dust.
Pt. II. Henry IV., IV. iv.
Earthlier happy is the Rose distilled,
Than that which, withering on the virgin
thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Midsummer Night's Dream, 1. i.
Transparent Helen, Nature shows her art
That through thy bosom makes me see my
heart.-M. N. D., II. ii.

My heart with her but as guest-wise sojourned,
And now to Helen it is home returned.
M. N. D., III. ii.

O me; you Juggler! you Canker-blossom!
You Thief of Love! What, have you come by

night

And stolen my Love's heart from him?
M. N. D., HII. ii.

Plays.

Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
M. N. D., III. ii.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Romeo and Juliet, I. v.

My legs can keep no race with my desires.
M. N. D., IV. ii.
Make haste, the hour of death is expiate.
King Richard III., III. iii.
Hath dimmed your infant morn to aged night.
K. R. III., IV. iv.
Oh, she is rich in beauty, only poor
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live
chaste?

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge

Sonnets. From limits far remote where thou dost stay. (44)

But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,

To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,

But that so much of earth and water wrought.

(44) How like Eve's Apple doth thy beauty grow, If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show. (93) Let those who are in favour with their stars, Of public honour and proud tiles boast, Whilst I, whom Fortune of such triumph bars, Unlooked-for joy in that I honour most :

Then happy I, that love and am beloved, Where I may not remove, nor be removed.

Where wasteful time debateth with decay.

(25)

Nature and sickness

(15)

Debate it at their leisure.

All's Well that Ends Well, I. ii. The Pilot's glass

Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass.
A. W.,
II. i.

My lord will go away to-night;

A very serious business calls on him,
The great prerogative and rite of love,
Which, as your due time claims, he doth
acknowledge,

But puts it off by a compelled restraint.
A. W., II. iv.
That it may stand till the perpetual doom.
Merry Wives, V. v.