Great Throughts Treasury

"So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows."

"So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not!"

"So slippery that the fear's as bad as falling."

"So so is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1."

"So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue that, his apparent open guilt omitted-- I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife-- He lived from all attainder of suspects. The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (King Richard at III, v)"

"So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him."

"So study evermore is overshot. While it doth study to have what it would, it doth forget to do the thing it should; and when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'tis won as towns with fire; so won, so lost."

"So shines a good deed in a weary world."

"So tedious is this day as is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them. Romeo and Juliet (Juliet at III, ii)"

"So they lov'd as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none..."

"So thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone."

"So the gods bless me, when all our offices have been oppressed with riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept with drunken spilth of wine, when every room hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock and set mine eyes at flow."

"So thou being rich in will add to thy will."

"So they, Doubly redoubled strokes."

"So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition-- Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. A Midsummer Night's Dream (Helena at III, ii)"

"So weary with disaster's tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't."

"So turns she every man the wrong side out, and never gives to truth and virtue that which simpleness and merit purchaseth."

"So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love."

"So true a fool is love that in your will, though you do anything, he thinks no ill."

"So well thy words become thee as thy wounds."

"So wise so young, they say, do never live long. Richard III, Act iii, Scene 1"

"So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still; and three nights after this, After the hour of eight, which he himself Foretold should be his last, full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears and sorrows, He gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace."

"So will I turn her virtue into pitch, and out of her own goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all."

"So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. The Winter's Tale (Autolycus at IV, iv)"

"So, haply, slander — whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to his blank, transports his poisoned shot — may miss our name and hit the woundless air. — O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay."

"So, if a son that is by his father sent about merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him; or if a servant, under his master's command transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation. But this is not so. The king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some peradventure have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God. War is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished for before-breach of the king's laws in now the king's quarrel. Where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish. Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed -- wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think that, making God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see his greatness and to teach others how they should prepare."

"So work the honey-bees; creatures, by a rule in nature teach the art of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; where some, like magistrates, correct at home; others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; which pillage they, with merry march, bring home, to the tent royal of their emperor; who, busied in his majesty, surveys the singing masons building roofs of gold; the civil citizens kneading up the honey; the poor mechanic porters crowding in their heavy burdens at his narrow gate; the sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum, delivering o'er to executors pale the lazy yawning drone."

"So, on your patience evermore attending, new joy wait on you! Here our play has ending."

"So we'll live, and pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too— who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out— and take upon 's the mystery of things, as if we were God's spies."

"So; now prosperity begins to mellow, and drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d, to watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction am I witness to, and will to France; hoping the consequence will prove as bitter, black, and tragical."

"So stakes me to the ground I cannot move."

"So. Lie there, my art."

"Society is no comfort to one not sociable."

"So, when this loose behavior I throw off and pay the debt I never promised, by how much better than my word I am, by so much shall I falsify men's hopes; and, like bright metal on a sullen ground, my reformation, glitt'ring o'er my fault, shall show more goodly and attract more eyes than that which hath no foil to set it off."

"Soft pity enters an iron gate."

"Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd."

"Some book there is that she desires to see. Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy. But thou art deeper read and better skilled: Come and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens reveal the damned contriver of this deed. Titus Andronicus (Titus at IV, i)"

"Some come to take their ease And sleep an act or two."

"Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Much Ado About Nothing (Hero at III, i)"

"So to your pleasures, I am for other than for dancing measures."

"Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail, A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, A nut, a cherry stone; But she, more covetous, would have a chain. Master, be wise; and if you give it her, The devil will shake her chain and fright us with it."

"Some falls the means are happier to rise. Cymbeline (Caius Lucius at IV, ii)"

"Some griefs are medicinal. Some griefs are med'cinable."

"Some grief shows much of love, but much of grief shows still some want of wit."

"Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; and every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, wherein it finds a joy above the rest: but these particulars are not my measure; all these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, of more delight than hawks or horses be; and having thee, of all men's pride I boast: wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take all this away and me most wretched make. Sonnet 91"

"SOLANIO: I think he only loves the world for him."

"So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends."

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Malvalio at II, v)"

"So, of his gentleness, Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom."

"Soft you, a word or two before you go."