I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?
Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause That admiration did not whoop at them; But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Wonder to wait on treason and on murder; And whatsoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee so preposterously Hath got the voice in hell for excellence.
Full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.
One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.
Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
The mightier man, the mightier is the thing That makes him honored or begets him hate; For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
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