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If it be honor in your wars to seem The same you are not,--which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy--how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war: since that to both It stands in like request?

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state.

Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker.

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; For to deny each article with oath Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant.

What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things.

Yea, at that very moment Consideration like an angel came And whipped th' offending Adam out of him, Leaving his body as a paradise T' envelop and contain celestial spirits.

When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Contemplation makes a rare turkey cock of him. How he jets under his advanced plumes!

He that is well paid is well satisfied.

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit, The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell; My mistress made it one upon my cheek: She is so hot because the meat is cold; The meat is cold because you come not home; You come not home because you have no stomach; You have no stomach, having broke your fast; But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Are penitent for your default to-day.

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. Still have I tarried. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word 'hereafter' the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

Would the cook were o' my mind!

She would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too.