Shame on him, whofe cruel ftriking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
Twice treble shame to Angelo,
To weed my vice, and let his grow!
Oh, what may man within him hide,
Tho' angel on the outward fide!
How may that likeness made in crimes,
Making practice on the times,
Draw with idle fpider's ftrings

Moft pond'rous and substantial things!

Measure for Meafure, A. 3. Sc. 2.

MAID'S HONOUR.

The honour of a maid is her name, and no

legacy is fo rich as honesty.

All's Well that Ends Well, A. 3. Sc. 5...

MALICE..

Men that make

Envy and crooked malice, nourishment,

Dare bite the best...

King Henry VIII. A. 5. Sc. 5.

MA N..

This man, lady, hath robb'd many beafts of their par ticular additions; he is valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant; a man into whom Nature hath fo crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly fauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glympfe of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it he is melancholy without caufe, and merry against the hair: he hath the joints of every thing; but every thing fo out of joiut, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no ufe; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no fight:

Troilus and Creffida, A. 1. Sc. 2.

-Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good fhape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentlenefs, virtue, youth, liberality, and fuch like, the fpice and falt that feafon a man ?..

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again,
FS

Ibid...

Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 2

Oft it chances, in fome particular men,
That for fome vicious mole of nature in them,
As in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot chufe its origin)

By the o'er-growth of fome complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reafon;
Or by fome habit that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plaufive manners; that these men
Carrying, I fay, the stamp of one defect;
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star;
Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man can undergo)

Shall in the general cenfure take corruption
From that particular fault. The dram of base
Doth all the noble substance of worth out,
To his own fcandal.

Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 4.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reafon! How infinite in faculties ! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehenfion, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals. Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 2,

What is many

If his chief good, and market of his time,
Be but to fleep and feed? A beaft; no man:
Sure he that made us with fuch large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and godlike reason,
To fuft in us unused.

Ibid. A. 4. Sc. 4i

There's nothing fituate under heaven's eye,
But hath its bounds in earth, in fea, in sky:
The beafts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Are their males' subjects, and at their controuis:
Man, more divine, the master of all these,
Lords of the wide world, and wide watry feas,
Indued with intellectual fenfe and foul,
Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowl,

Are

Are mafters to their females, and their lords:
Then let your will attend on their accords.

The Comedy of Errors, A. 2. Sc. 1.

MARKS OF A LOVER.

hofe

A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and funken, which you have not; an unquestionable spirit, which you have not; a beard neglected, which you have not:-but I pardon you for that, for fimply your having no beard is a younger brother's revenue:-' Then your fhould be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your fhoes untied, and every thing about you demonftrating a carelefs defolation: but you are no such man; you are rather point device in your accoutrements, as loving yourself, than feeming the lover of any other.

As You Like It, A. 3. Sc. 2.

First, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms, like a male-content; to relish a loveföng, like a Robin Redbreaft; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; to figh like a school-boy, that had loft his A B C; to weep like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to faft like one that takes diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like-a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money: and now you are fo metamorphos'd with a mistress, that when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Sc. I..

MARRIAGE.

The worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
As market-men for oxen, fheep, or horfe:
But marriage is a matter of more worth
Than to be dealt in by attorneyfhip.
For what is wedlock forced-but a hell,.
An
age of difcord and continual ftrife ?.
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And is a pattern of celestial peace..

King Henry VI. Part I. A. 5. Sc. 6.
F:6

For

-For know, Iago,

But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoufed free condition
Put into circumfcription and confine,
For the fea's worth.

Othello, A. 1. Sc. 4.

The hearts of old gave hands; But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts.

Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 4

The inftances that fecond marriage move,
Are bafe refpects of thrift, but none of love..
A fecond time I kill my husband dead,

When fecond husband kiffes me in bed. Hamlet, A. 2. Sc. 22

MARTLET.

This gueft of fummer,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd masonry, that the heavens breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze,

Buttress, nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle :
Where they most breed and haunt, I have obferv'd
The air is delicate.

Macbeth, A. & Sc. 6.

MEDIOCRITY.

For aught I fee, they are as fick, that furfeit with too much, as they that ftarve with nothing; therefore it is no mean happiness to be feated in the mean.-Superfluity comes fooner by white hairs; but competency lives longer. The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 2..

MEEK NESS.

Love and meeknefs, Lord,.

Become a churchman better than ambition :

Win ftraying fouls with modesty again;

Caft none away.

MEETING

King Henry VIII. A. 5, Sc. 5

It gives me wonder, great as my content,

To fee you here before me. 0 my foul's joy!
If after every tempeft come fuch calms,

May

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas,
Olympus-high; and duck again as low,

As Hell's from Heaven! If I were now to die,
"Twere now to be most happy; for I fear,
My foul hath her content fo abfolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate..

MELANCHOLY..

Othello, A. z. Sc. 1.

I have neither the fcholar's melancholy, which is emula tion; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the cour tier's, which is proud; nor the foldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is. nice; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded. of many fimples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous fadness.. As You Like It, A. 4. Sc... -O Melancholy!

Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find
The ooze, to fhew what coaft thy fluggish carrack
Might eas'lieft: harbour in ? Cymbeline, A. 4. Sc. 4

-This is mere madness;

And thus awhile the fit will work on him:

Anon, as patient as the female dove,
Ere that her golden couplets are difclos'd,
His filence will fit drooping.

Hamlet, A. 5. Sc. 2:

MELANCHOLY STORIES.

In Winter's tedious nights, fit by the fire

With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales.
Of woeful ages, long ago betide:

And ere thou bid good night) to quit their grief,
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,

And fend the hearers weeping to their beds.

King Richard II. A. 5. Sc. 1

MEN AC E.

Thou injurious Tribune!

Within thine eyes fet twenty thoufand deaths,