Society and the World

Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavor in continual motion; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience: for so work the honeybees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.

Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been all in all his study.

Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks, The air, a charter’d libertine, is still.

Or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?

I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

This is the English, not the Turkish court; Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, But Harry Harry.

Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object!

O polish’d perturbation! golden care! That keep’st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night!

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

A habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

O, what a world of vile ill-favor’d faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

O, what a world of vile ill-favor’d faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

A light wife doth make a heavy husband.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.

To do a great right, do a little wrong.

Bassanio: Do all men kill the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill?

An unlesson’d girl, unschool’d, unpractic’d; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn.

There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season’d with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil?

Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O! that estates, degrees, and offices Were not deriv’d corruptly, and that clear honor Were purchas’d by the merit of the wearer.

Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O! that estates, degrees, and offices Were not deriv’d corruptly, and that clear honor Were purchas’d by the merit of the wearer.