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All places that the eye of heaven vifits
Think not the king did banish thee,
But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier fit,
The grafs where on thou tread'ft, the prefence floor;
King Richard II. A. 1. Sc. 3.
Thou, Nature, art my goddefs; to thy law
For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moonshines
as gen'rous, and my thape as true,
King Lear, A. 1. Sc. 6.
I do much wonder that one man, feeing how much another max is a fool when he dedicates his behaviour to love, wi,"
after he hath laugh'd at fuch fhallow follies in others, become the argument of his own fcorn, by falling in love: and fuch a man is Claudio. I have known when there was no mufic with him but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known when he would have walked ten miles afoot to fee a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to fpeak plain, and to the purpofe, like an honeft man and a foldier; and now is he turned orthographer; his words are a very fantastical banquet, juft so many frange dishes. May I be fo converted, and fee with thefe eyes? I cannot tell; I think not; I will not be fworn, but Love may transform me to an oyfter; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he fhall never make me fuch a fool. One woman is fair; yet I am well: another is wife; yet I am well: but till all graces be in one woman, one woman fhall not come in my grace. Rich fhe fhall be, that's certain; wife,. or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good difcourfe, an excellent musician, and her hair fhall be of what colour it pleases God.
Much Ado about Nothing, A 2. Sc. 3.
I did never think to marry:-I muft not feem proud: happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They fay, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witnefs: and virtuous;-'tis fo, I cannot reprove it: and wife-but for loving me:-By my troth, it is no addition to her wit; nor no great argument of her folly; for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on-me, because I have railed fo long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age-fhall quips and fentences, and thefe paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I faid I would die a batchelor, I did not think I fhould live till I were married.
The evil that thou caufest to be done,
That is thy means to live. Doft thou but think
Meafure for Measure, A. 3. Sc. 2.
Dear lad, believe it;
For they fhall yet belie thy happy years,
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
And all is femblative a woman's part.
Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 4
There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple:
Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. z.
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.
As You Like It, A. 1. Sc. 3.
"Tis beauty truly blent, whofe red and white
If you will lead these
Twelfth Night, A. 1. Sc. 5.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Love's Labour Loft, A. 2. Sc. 1.
O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Romeo and Juliet, A. 1. Sc. 4.
Whiles I may 'scape,
I will preferve myself, and am bethought
Brought near to beaft. My face I'll grime with filth;
Oh, you Gods! think I, what need we have any friends if we should never have need of 'em? They would most refemble sweet inftruments hung up in cafes, that keep their founds to themselves. Why, I have oft wifh'd myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits. And what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis to have fo many, like brothers commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere't can be born; mine eyes cannot hold water. I drink to you.
Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sc. 5..
May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
King Henry VII. A. 2. Sc. 2.
This is fome fellow,
Who, having been prais'd for bluntnefs, doth affect
Than twenty filly ducking obfervants,
That stretch their duties nicely.
King Lear, A. 2. Sc. 6.
-I know them, yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmoft fcruple:
What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger: for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth..
Cymbeline, A. 4. Sc. 3,
This was the nobleft Roman of them all;
So mix'd in him, that Nature might ftand up,
Julius Cæfar, A. 5. Sc. laft.
No might nor greatnefs in mortality
Can cenfure 'fcape: back-wounding Calumny