"We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought."

Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury.

"She and comparisons are odious."

Elegy 8. The Comparison.

"Who are a little wise the best fools be."

The Triple Fool.

"It was a mighty while ago."

Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.

"Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat."

Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.

"As he brews, so shall he drink."

Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means."

Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3.

"Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years."

Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3.

"It must be done like lightning."

Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v.

"There shall be no love lost."

Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast."

Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,-- Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart."

Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.

"That old bald cheater, Time."

The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1.

"The world knows only two,--that 's Rome and I."

Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression."

The Masque of Hymen.

"Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run."

The Gipsies Metamorphosed.

"Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live."

Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.

"Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,--almighty gold."

Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland.

"Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I 'll not look for wine."

The Forest. To Celia.

"Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room."

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

"Marlowe's mighty line."

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

"Small Latin, and less Greek."

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

"He was not of an age, but for all time."

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

"For a good poet 's made as well as born."

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

"Sweet swan of Avon!"

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

"Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse,-- Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee."

Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.

"Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink."

Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben.

"Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!"

Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.

"In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be."

Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison. III.

"What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?"

Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.

"I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit."

Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out."

The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2.

"Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't."

The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light."

The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4.

"Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men."

The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2.

"Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest."

Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

"I saw him now going the way of all flesh."

Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

"A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that 's never read,-- To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school."

Old Fortunatus.

"And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors."

Old Fortunatus.

"The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed."

The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12.

"I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman."

The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"This principle is old, but true as fate,-- Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate."

The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4.

"We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies."

The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

"To add to golden numbers golden numbers."

Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Honest labour bears a lovely face."

Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues."

Christian Moderation. Introduction.

"Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave."

Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2.

"There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be."

Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses.

"Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still."

Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

"All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,-- Even we among ourselves."

Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."