The man that hath no music in himself.

Nor is not moved 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.

The Merchant of Venice. Act v Sc. 1.

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

Ibid.

How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise and true perfection!

Ibid.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick.
These blessed candles of the night.

Ibil.

Ibid.

The little foolery that wise men have makes a great

I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

Ibid.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

Ibid.

Cel. Not a word?

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Sc. 3.

U, how full of briers is this working-day world!

Ibid.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Ibid.

We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have.

Ibid

And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms.

As You Like It. Act it. Sc. 7.

And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:

Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit

After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents

Ibid

Ibid.

The "why" is plain as way to parish church.

Ibid

Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;

If ever you have look'd on better days,

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,

If ever sat at any good man's feast.

Ibid.

True is it that we have seen better days.

Ibid.

1 The same in The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1; in Othello, act iii. sc. 1: in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4; and in As You Like It, act i. sc. 7. RABELAIS: book v. chap. iv.

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