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King Henry V. -- IV. 1.
SCARS.
A sear n.o.bly got, or a n.o.ble scar, is a good livery of honor.
All's Well that Ends Well -- IV. 6.
To such as boasting show their scars, A mock is due.
Troilus and Cressida -- IV. 5.
SELF-CONQUEST.
Better conquest never can'st thou make, Than arm thy constant and thy n.o.bler parts Against those giddy loose suggestions.
King John -- III. 1.
SELF-EXERTION.
Men at some time are masters of their fates; The fault is not in our stars, But in ourselves.
Julius Caesar -- I. 2.
SELF-RELIANCE.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
All's Well that Ends Well -- I. 1.
SILENCE.
Out of this silence, yet I picked a welcome; And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Midsummer Night's Dream -- V. 1.
The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails.
Winter's Tale -- II. 2.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Much Ado About Nothing -- II. 1.
SLANDER.
Slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world; kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, This viperous slander enters.
Cymbeline -- III. 4.
SLEEP.
The innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Macbeth -- II. 2.
SUICIDE.
Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand.
Cymbeline -- III. 4.
TEMPERANCE.
Though I look old, yet am I strong and l.u.s.ty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility: Therefore my age is as a l.u.s.ty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
As You Like It -- II. 3.
