Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren.

I heard the little bird say so.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!

Little drops of rain Whisper of the pain Tears of love Lost in the days gone by.

To save the theatre, the theatre must be destroyed, the actors and actresses must all die of the plague. They poison the air, they make art impossible. It is not drama that they play, but pieces for the theatre. We should return to the Greeks, play in the open air; the drama dies of stalls and boxes and evening dress, and people who come to digest their dinner.

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?

God is clever, but not dishonest.

Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.

That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

A king that would not feel his crown too heavy for him, must wear it every day; but if he think it too light, he knoweth not of what metal it is made.

Circumstances may cause interruptions and delays, but never lose sight of your goal. Prepare yourself in every way you can by increasing your knowledge and adding to your experience, so that you can make the most of opportunity when it occurs.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!

Content makes poor men rich; discontentment makes rich men poor.

The world is a looking glass. It gives back to every man a true reflection of his own thoughts.

Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both.

Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.

Ascension He has gone away, the Well-Beloved, For our sake! He is risen, the Well-Beloved, For our sake! He has prayed, the Well-Beloved, For our sake! He has spoken, He has sung, The Word was with God. Praises of the Father, Substance of the Father, The stamp and issue forever, In Love! Word of Love!

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.