Satis eloquentiae sapientiae parum.
Enough words, little wisdom.
Schnell fertig ist die Jugend mit dem Wort.
Youth is too hasty with words.
O! many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word, at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Syllables govern the world.
John Selden—Table Talk. Power.
What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear
My dagger in my mouth.
Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 76.
What do you read, my lord?
Words, words, words.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 193.
Unpack my heart with words
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 614.
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Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Hamlet. ActlU. Sc. 3. L. 97.
Familiar in his mouth as household words.
'Tis well said again;
And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 152.
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But yesterday the word of Csesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
Julius Caxar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 123.
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
Since 1 first call'd my brother's father dad.
King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 466.
O they have lived long on the alms-basket of
words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten
thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the
head as honormcabmtudinitatibus: thou art
easier swallowed than a flap -dragon.
love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 42.
The word appears in Beaumont and
Fletcher—Mad Lover. Act I. Also in
Complaynt of Scotland, written before Shakespeare was born.
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation,
Figures pedantical.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 406.
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Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 177.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper!
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 254.
His very words are a fantastical banquet, just
so many strange dishes.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 21.
But words are words; I never yet did hear
That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the
ear.
Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 218.
I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them
breath.
Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 118.
How long a time lies in one little word!
Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
Richard II. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 213.
O, but they say the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent
in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words
in pain.
He that no more must say is listen'd more.
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 5.
So all my best is dressing old words new.
Sonnet. LXXVI.
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Titus Andronicus. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 314.
Words pay no debts, give her deeds.
Troilus and Cressida. Act in. Sc. 2. L. 58.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the
heart.
Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 108.
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reason with them.
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 28.
A fme volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly
shot off.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 4. L.
33.
We know not what we do
When we speak words.
Shelley—Rosalind and Helen. L. 1,108.
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover
Shelley—The Cenci, Act II. Sc. 2.
