And given my treafures, and my rights of thee, Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, And in thy face ftrange motions have appear'd, And I must know it, elfe he loves me not. Henry IV. Part I. A. 2. Sc. 3. SOLITUDE. How use doth breed a habit in a man ! And to the nightingale's complaining notes The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5. Sc. 4 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 1. SON PRAISED. Yea, there thou mak'st me fad, and mak'st me fin, A fon who is the theme of Honour's tongue; Of my young Harry. O, could it be prov'd Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. Henry IV. Part I. A. 1. Sc. 1. SORROW. Oh! if thou teach me to believe this forrow, King John, A. 3. Sci. 1. Sorrow breaks feafons, and repofing hours; --Nobly he yokes Richard III. A. 1. Sc. 4; A fmiling with a figh: as if the figh Was that it was, for not being fuch fmile; The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly With winds that failors rail at. Cymbeline, A. 4. Sc. 2. ---Patience and forrow ftrove Who fhould exprefs her goodlieft. You have feen As pearls from diamonds dropt. In brief, forrow Could fo become it. Lear, A. 4. Sc. 3. Give forrow words; the grief that doth not speak Macbeth, A. 4. Sc. 6. When forrows come, they come not single spies, SPECULATION AND PRACTICE. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. He is a good divine that follows his own inftructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching. The brain may devife laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree; fuch a hare is Madness the youth, to fkip o'er the meshes of Good Counsel the cripple! The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 2. When daifies pied, and violets blue, And lady-fmocks all filver white, And cuckow-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight; Mocks married men; for thus fings he, When shepherds pipe on oaten ftraws, And merry larks are plowmen's clocks; When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws; Love's Labour Loft, A. 5. Sc. 2. 6 TATU E. -Oh! thus fhe stood Even with fuch life of majesty (warm life, There's There's magic in thy majefty, which has Standing like ftone with thee. Winter's Tale, A. 5. Sc. 3 I STOICISM. pray thee peace : That could endure the tooth-ach patiently, Much Ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. 1. STORM. --Jove's lightnings, the precurfors Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And fight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. The Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. 2. STORM DESCRIBED BY A CLOWN. I would you did but fee how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the fhore! But that's not to the point. Oh, the most piteous cry of the poor fouls! fometimes to fee 'em, and not to fee 'em; now the fhip boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon fwallow'd with yeft and froth, as you'd thruft a cork into a hogfhead. Ånd then for the land-fervice-to fee how the bear tore out his fhoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and faid his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an end of the fhip; to fee how the fea flip-dragon'd it.—But firit, how the poor fouls roar'd, and the fea mock'd them; and' how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him: both roaring louder than the fea or weather. The Winter's Tale, A. 3. Sc. 4, STORMY NIGHT. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Of dire combuftion, and confus'd events, STREAM. Macbeth, A. 2. Sc. §. The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'it, being ftopp'd, impatiently doth rage: He makes sweet mufic with th' enamell'd ftones, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And fo by many winding nooks he strays, The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Se. 7. STUDY. Study is like the heaven's glorious fun, Thefe earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their fhining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Love's Labour Loft, A. 1. St. 1. SUBMISSION. God is much difpleafed That with unthankfulness you take his doing. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; King Richard III. A. 2. Sc. 21 SUBMISSION TO THE LAWS. If the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the garland, To |