The true Amphitryon.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1.

You are my true and honourable wife,

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Are you good men and true?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

This principle is old, but true as fate,—

Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

Thomas Dekker (1572-1632): The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4.

My heart

Is true as steel.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

My man's as true as steel.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.

True as the dial to the sun,

Although it be not shin'd upon.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175.

True as the needle to the pole,

Or as the dial to the sun.

Barton Booth (1681-1733): Song.

Who battled for the True, the Just.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. lvi. Stanza 5.

The true beginning of our end.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

'T was Presbyterian true blue.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 191.

Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;

A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.

George Herbert (1593-1632): The Church Porch.

When change itself can give no more,

'T is easy to be true.

Charles Sedley (1639-1701): Reasons for Constancy.

It's guid to be merry and wise,

It's guid to be honest and true,

It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,

And bide by the buff and the blue.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Here's a Health to Them that's Awa'.

When true hearts lie wither'd

And fond ones are flown,

Oh, who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Last Rose of Summer.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,

My very noble and approv'd good masters,

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,

It is most true; true, I have married her:

The very head and front of my offending

Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,

And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace:

For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,

Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used

Their dearest action in the tented field,

And little of this great world can I speak,

More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,

And therefore little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver

Of my whole course of love.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.

Come the three corners of the world in arms,

And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,

If England to itself do rest but true.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Nor peace nor ease the heart can know

Which, like the needle true,

Turns at the touch of joy or woe,

But turning, trembles too.

Mrs Greville (Circa 1793): A Prayer for Indifference.

For aught that I could ever read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.

This world is all a fleeting show,

For man's illusion given;

The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,

Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,—

There's nothing true but Heaven.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): This World is all a fleeting Show.

True patriots all; for be it understood

We left our country for our country's good.

George Barrington (1755-1804): Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796.

How many things by season season'd are

To their right praise and true perfection!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

For seldom shall she hear a tale

So sad, so tender, and so true.

William Shenstone (1714-1763): Jemmy Dawson.

'T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,—

Stranger than fiction.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto xiv. Stanza 101.

O Douglas, O Douglas!

Tendir and trewe.

Sir Richard Holland: The Buke of the Howlat. Stanza xxxi.

That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;

And pity 't is 't is true.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;

He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf;

But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,—

He's ben true to one party, an' thet is himself.

James Russell Lowell (1819-1891): The Biglow Papers. First Series. No. ii.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam,

True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To a Skylark.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be;

For loan oft loses both itself and friend,

And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

This above all: to thine own self be true,

And it must follow, as the night the day,

Thou canst not then be false to any man.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

But I am constant as the northern star,

Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality

There is no fellow in the firmament.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 1.