That tears fhall drown the wind.-I have no fpur
To prick the fides of my intent, but only

Vaulting Ambition, whic o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.

Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 7.

Let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and fleep

In the affliction of these terrible dreams,

That thake us nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our place, have fent to peace,
Than in the torture of the mind to lie

In reftlefs ecftafy.

PHILOSOPHY.

Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 2.

I'll give thee armour to bear off that word,
Adverfity's fweet milk, Philofophy,

To comfort thee, though thou art banish'd.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 3. Sc. 5

PICTURE.

Admirable! How this grace

Speaks his own ftanding! What a mental power
This eye fhoots forth! How big imagination
Moves in his lip! To the dumbness of the gefture
One might interpret.

I'll fay of it,

It tutors nature: Artificial ftrife

Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sè. 1;.

PITY:

For love of all the Gods,

Let's leave the hermit's pity with our mothers;
And when we have our armour buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our fwords!

PLAYS

Troilus and Creffida, A: 5: Sc. 6.

A.N D PLAY. E R.S..

Good, my Lord, will you fee the players well bestowed? Do you hear? let them be well used; for they are the abftract and brief chronicles of the times: after your death, you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live..

Hamlet, A. 2. Sc. 2.
-I have

I have heard

t guilty creatures, fitting at a play, e by the very cunning of the fcene ftruck fo to the foul, that presently y have proclaim'd their malefactions; murder, though it have no tongue, will peak h most miraculous organ. Hamlet, A. 2. Sc. 2.

peak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, pingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of players do, I had as lief the town-trier spoke my lines. do not faw the air too much with your hands, thus: but all gently; for in the very torrent, tempeft, and (as I -ht fay) whirlwind of your paffion, you must acquire and et a temperance, that may give it fmoothness. O! it nds me to the foul, to hear a robuftious periwig-pated ow tear a paffion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears he groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of hing, but inexplicable dumb fhews and noife; I would e fuch a fellow whipt for over-doing Termagant; it -herods Herod: pray you avoid it.

Be not too tame neither; but let your own difcretion be ur tutor: fait the action to the word; the word to the ion; with this fpecial obfervance, that you overstep not modefty of nature: for any thing fo overdone, is from purpose of playing, whofe end, both at the first and now, s and is, to held as 'twere the mirror up to Nature; to w Virtue her own feature; Scorn her own image; and very age and body of the Time, his form and preffure. ow, this over done or come tardy off, though it may make unfkilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; e cenfure of which one muft, in your allowance, o'erweigh whole theatre of others. O! there be players, that I have en play-and heard others praise, and that highly, not to eak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Chrifns, nor the gait of Chriftians, Pagans, nor men, have fo utted and bellowed, that I have thought fome of Nature's urneymen had made men, and not made them well, they itated humanity-fo abominably.

-Let thofe that play your clowns, fpeak no more than fet down for them; for there be of them, that will them-lves laugh, to fet on feme quantity of barren spectators to

laugh

laugh too; though, in the mean time, fome neceflary quef tion of the play be then to be confidered. That's villanous; and fhews a moft pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Hamlet, A. 3. Sc. 2.

The Devil knew not what he did when he made man politic; he crofs'd himself by't; and I cannot think but, in the end, the villanies of man will fet him clear.

POPULAR

Timon of Athens, A. 3. Sc. 3.

APPLAUSE.

I love the people;

But do not like to ftage me in their eyes;
Though it do well, I do not relish well.
Their loud applause, and Aves vehement :
Nor do I think the man of fafe discretion,
'That does affect it.

Meafure for Meafure, A. 1. Sc. 1.

POPULAR

I pr'ythee now, my fon,

FAVOUR.

Go to them with this bonnet in thy hand,

And thus far having ftretch'd it, here be with them,
Thy knee buffing the ftones; for in fuch bufiness
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant
More learned than the ears; waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy ftout heart,
Now humble as the ripeft mulberry,

That will not hold the handling; or fay to them,
Thou art their foldier, and, being bred in broils,
Haft not the foft way, which thou doft confefs
Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame
Thyfelf, forfooth, hereafter theirs fo far,

As thou haft power and perfon. Coriolanus, A.

3.

Sc. S

POPULARITY.

Ourfelf

POPULARITY.

Obferv'd his courtship to the common people:
How he did feem to dive into their hearts
With humble and familiar courtesy;

What reverence he did throw away on flaves;
Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of fmiles,
And patient underbearing of his fortune,
As 'twere to banish their effects with him.
Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench:
A brace of draymen bid, God fpeed him well!
And had the tribute of his fupple knee;

With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;
As were our England in reverfion his,

And he our fubjects next degree in hope.

King Richard II. A, 1. Sc. 4.

It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he which is, was wifh'd until he were,

And the ebb'd man ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the ftream,

Goes to and back, lackying the varying tide,

To rot itself with motion.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1. Sc. 4,

,
PORTIA S PICTURE.

What find I here!

Fair Portia's counterfeit. What demi-god
Hath come fo near creation? Move thefe eyes?
Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,

Seem they in motion? Here are fever'd lips
Parted with fugar breath; fo fweet a bar

Should funder fuch sweet friends: Here in her hairs
The painter plays the fpider, and hath woven
A golden mesh t' intrap the hearts of men,
Falter than gnats in cobwebs but her eyes-
How could he fee to do them! Having made one,
Methinks, it should have power to steal both his,
And leave itself unfinish'd. Yet how far

The fubftance of my praise doth wrong this fhadow
In underprizing it! fo far this fhadow

Doth

Doth limp behind the substance.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. 2.

POVERTY.

Art thou fo bafe and full of wretchedness,

And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks;
Need and oppreffion ftarveth in thine eyes;
Upon thy back hangs ragged mifery:

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich:

Then be not poor; but break it, and take this.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 5. Sc. 1.

But love firft learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as fwift as thought in every power;
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious feeing to the eye:
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest found,
When the fufpicious head of thrift is ftopt.
Love's feeling is more foft and fenfible
Than are the tender horns of cockled fnails.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus grofs in tafte;
For favour, is not Love a Hercules,

Still climbing trees in the Hefperides?

Subtle as Sphinx! as fweet and musical

As bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair:

And when Love fpeaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowfy with the harmony.
Never durft poet touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's fighs;
O! then his lines would ravish favage ears,
And plant in tyrants mild humanity.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 3. Sc. 2.

PRAYER.

We, ignorant of ourselves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wife powers

De

Deny