“A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.”
“He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion.”
“How much better it is to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!”
“I pray you, is Signior Mountanto returned from the wars or no?”
“I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed? For indeed I promised to eat all of his killing.”
“He is no less than a stuffed man. But for the stuffing—well, we are all mortal.”
“In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one.”
“He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat—it ever changes with the next block.”
“I see the gentleman is not in your books.”
“O lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad.”
“I will hold friends with you.”
“Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain. But when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.”
“I wonder that you will still be talking: nobody marks you.”
“What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?”
“Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.”
“I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.”
“Scratching could not make it worse an ‘twere such a face as yours were.”
“Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.”
“A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.”
“You always end with a jade’s trick. I know you of old.”
“Amen, if you love her, for the lady is very well worthy.”
“Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty.”
“You should hear reason.”
“I cannot hide what I am.”
“I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace, and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any.”
“Can you make no use of your discontent?”
“If I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way.”
