The labour we delight in physics pain.

Things without all remedy

Should be without regard: what's done is done.

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.

Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both.

Macbeth, act ii, sc. 2.

Ib., act iii. sc. 2.

Ib., act iii. sc. 2.

Ib., act iii. sc. 4.

Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

Ib., act iii. sc. 4.

[The Ghost rises again.

Macbeth. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!

Lady M. Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom-'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macbeth. What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble.

I'll make assurance doubly sure,

And take a bond of fate.

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart,

Come like shadows, so depart,

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

b., act iii. sc. 4.

Ib., act iv. sc. I.

Ib., act iv. sc. I.

Ib., act iv. sc. 3

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing!

That lies like truth.

I bear a charmed life.

Be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Macbeth, act v. sc. 5.

Ib., act v. sc. 5.

Ib., act v. sc. 7

Ib., act v. sc. 8.

Tempest, act i. sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all that it inherit, shall dissolve.

We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Virtue. (Handbook, par. 262.)

Ib., act ii. sc. 2.

Ib., act iv. sc. I.

Ib., act iv. sc. I.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

Merchant of Venice, act i. sc. 2.

There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not.

Ib., act iii. sc. 2.

Ib., act v. sc. I.

Measure for Measure, act i. sc. I. Most dangerous

Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.

Ib., act ii. sc. 2.

Ib., act iii. sc. [.

Julius Caesar, act ii. sc. 3.

If I am

Traduc'd by ignorant tongues, which neither know
My faculties nor person, yet will be

The chronicles of my doing-let me say,

"Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake

That virtue must go through.

Your virtues, gentle master,

Henry VIII., act i. sc. a.

Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. As you like it, act ii. sc. 3.

I held it ever

Virtue and knowledge were endowments greater

Than nobleness and riches; careless heirs

May the two latter darken and expend;

But immortality attends the former

Making a man a god.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

Twelfth Night, act i. sc. 5.

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,

The place is dignified by the doer's deed:

Where great additions swell us, and virtue none
It is a dropsied honour.

All's well that ends well, act ii. sc. 3

Never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.

Midsummer Night's Dream, act v. sc. I.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades when speaking fails.

Winter's Tale, act ii. sc. 2.

Where's that palace whereinto foul things

Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure

But some uncleanly apprehensions

Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit

With meditations lawful?

Sonnet liv.

Othello, act iii. sc. 3.

Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem

For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye,
As the perfuméd tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly

When summer's breath their maskéd buds discloses;

But for their virtue only is their show-
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made;
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Sonnet cxlv.

Those lips, that Love's own hand did make,
Breath'd forth the sound that said 'I hate,'
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,
Was us'd in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate,' she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle, day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heav'n to hell is flown away:

'I hate,' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying-' not you!"

71. The Translators. (Handbook, pars. 63-72.)

In these extracts, the spelling, the words-some French, some Latin, some Saxon-and the thoughts, are all instructive.

LORD BERNER'S TRANSLATION OF FROISSART, 1530. (Handbook, par. 79.)

The Election of Pope.

Anon after the dethe of the pope Gregory, the cardynalles drew them into the conclaue, in the palays of saynt Peter. Anone after, as they were entred to chose a pope, accordyng to their vsage, such one as shuld be good and profytable for holy churche, the romayns assembled the togyder in a great nombre, and came into the bowrage of saynt Peter: they were to the nombre of xxx. thousand what one and other, in the entent to do yuell, if the mater went nat accordynge to their appetytes. And they came oftentymes before the conclaue, and sayd, Harke ye, sir cardynalles, delyuer you atones, and make a pope; ye tary tc

longe; if ye make a romayne, we woll nat chaung him; but yf ye make any other, the romayne people and counsayles woll nat take hym for pope, and ye putte yourselfe all in aduenture to be slayne. The cardynals, who were as than in the danger of the romayns, and herde well those wordes, they were nat at their ease, nor assured of their lyues, and so apeased them of their yre as well as they myght with fayre wordes; but somoche rose the felony of the romayns, yt suche as were next to yo conclaue, to thentent to make the cardynalles afrayde, and to cause them to codiscende the rather to their opinyons, brake vp the dore of the conclaue, whereas the cardynalles were. Than the cardynalles went surely to haue been slayne, and so fledde away to saue their lyues, some one waye and some another; but the romayns were nat so content, but toke them and put them togyder agayn, whether they wolde or nat. The cardynalles than seynge thẽselfe in the daunger of the romayns, and in great parell of their lyues, agreed among themselfe, more for to please the people than for any of deuocyon; howbeit, by good electyon they chase an holy man, a cardynall of the romayne nacion, whom pope Vrbayne the fyfte had made cardynall, and he was called before the cardynall of saynt Peter. This electyon pleased greatly y romayns, and so this good man had all the ryghtes that belonged to the papalite : howebeit he lyued nat but thre dayes after, and I shall shewe you why. The romayns, who desyred a pope of their owne nacion, were so ioyfull of this newe pope, y they toke hym, who was a hundred yere of age, and sette nym on a whyte mule, and so ledde him vp and doune through ye cytie of Rome, exaltyng him, and shewyng howe they had vaquesshed the cardynals, seyng they had a pope romayn accordyng to their owne ententes, in so moche that the good holy man was so sore traueyled that he fell syck, and so dyed the thyrde daye, and was buryed in the churche of saynt Peter, and there he lyethe.

Reprint of 1812, vol. i., pp. 510, 511.

GOLDING'S TRANSLATION OF CALVIN'S SERMONS, 1584. (Handbook, par. 67.)

The Lord hath taken away.

Behold how men rush without their boundes: And what do they in it? It is al one as if they should accuse God to be either