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The private wound is deepest.
A discontented friend, grief-shot
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace.
K. L. iv. 2
O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
H.IV. PT. I. iv. 3
T.G. v. 4.
And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not;
H.V. iii. 1.
A violet in the youth of primy nature.
C. v. 1
L. L. iii. 1.
He capers, he dances, he has the eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't. M. W. iii. 2. H. i. 3.
T. A. i. 1.
L. L. iv. 3
Young blood doth not obey an old decree.
Such as moves men; besides, she hath prosperous art
M. M. i. 3.
Briefly die their joys,
That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Cym. v. 5.
A proper stripling, and an amorous!
When his headstrong riot hath no curb,
He hears merry tales, and smiles not: I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. M.V. i. 2.
I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
T. N. i. 5.
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars,
Thou unnecessary letter!
W. T. i. 2.
T. S. i. 2.
H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.
T. N. v. 1.
K. L. ii. 2.