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WARLIKE SPIRIT.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies :
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breast of every man :
They sell the pasture now to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Christian kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries;
For now fits expectation in the air,
And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets,
Promis'd to Harry and his followers.

King Henry V. A. 2. Sc. I.

WARRIOR.
I saw young Harry with his beaver on,
His cuifles on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury ;
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropt from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 4. Sc. 2.

WIFE.

I do think it is their husband's faults, If wives do fall: say that they sack their duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Or elle break out in peevith jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us, Or scant our former having in despight: Why we have galls; and though we have some grace, Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense like them; they fee, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have-What is it they do When they change us for others ? 'Is it sport? I think it is.

And doth affection breed it ? I think it doth. Is it frailty that thus errs ? It is so too.

And have not we affections, Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have ? Then let them use us well : else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Othello, A. 4. Sc. 2.

WIFE'S DUTY.
Fie! fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads ;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to fip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou lieft warm at home, secure and safe ;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband :
And when she's froward, peevish, fullen, four,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is the but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?
I am afham'd that women are fo fimple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey,
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?

The Taming of the Sbrew, A. 5. Sc. 2.

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WIL FULNESS.

-0, fir, to wilful men, The injuries that they themselves procure, Muit be their schoolmasters.

King Lear, A. 2. Sc. 13.

WILL.

_ 'Tis in ourselves that we are thas and thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyffop, and weed up thyme ; fupply it with one gender of herbs, or diftract it with many: either have it fteril with idleness, or manured with industry; why the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another offe nsuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions.

Othello, A. 1, Sc. 3.

WINTER.

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When ificles hang by the wall,

And Dick the thepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail;

When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly fings the staring owl,
To whit? to who! a merry note,

While greasy Foax doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doch blow,

And coughing drowns the parfor's faw,
And birds fit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nofe looks red and raw;

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly, &c.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5. Sc. 2.
WISDOM AND FORTUNE.
Wisdom and Fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may take it. Ant. and Cleop. A. 3. Sc. 9.

WITCHES.

What are these,
So withers, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o'th' earth,
And yet are on't? Live you, or are you aught

That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women;

But

But yet your beards forbid me to interpret,
That you are so.

Macbeth, A 1, Sc. 3:
WITCHES POWER.
I conjure you by that which you profess,
(Howe'er you come to know it) answer me :
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodg’d, and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do flope
Their heads to their foundations ; though the treasure
Of Nature's germins tumble all together,
Even till destruction ficken; answer me
To what I ak you.

Ibid. A. 4, Sc.
WOLSEY'S CHARACTER.

-You are meek and humble.
You sign your place and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility; but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.
You have hy fortune, and his Highness' favours,
Gone slightly o’er low fteps ; and now are mounted
Where

powers are your retainers ; and your words,
Domeftics to you, serve your will as 't please
Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you,
You tender more your person's honour, than
Your high profession spiritual.

King Henry VIII. A. 2. Sc. 6.

WOMAN'S FEARS.
Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am fick and capable of fears ;
Oppress’d with wrongs, and therefore full of fears ;
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ;
A woman naturally born to fears :
And though thou now confess thou didft but jeft,
With my'vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.

King John, A. 3. Sc. 1.

WOMAN

WOMAN IN MAN'S APPAREL.

-I'll hold thee any wager,
When we are both apparell'd like young men,
I'll

prove the prettier fellow of the two,
And wear my dagger with a braver grace ;
And speak between the change of man and boy,
With a reed voice; and turn two mincing steps
Into a manly stride ; and speak of frays,
Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lyes,
How honourable ladies fought my love,
Which I denying, they fell fick, and died;
I could not do with all: then I'll repent,
And with, for all that, that I had not kill'd them.
And twenty of these puny lyes I'll tell ;
That men shall swear I've discontinued school
Above a twelvemonth. I have in

my

mind A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks, Which I will practise.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. 4. Were 't not better, Because that I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points like a man? A gallant curtelax upon my thigh, A boar-spear in my hand, and (in my heart, Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will) We'll have a fwashing and a martial outside, As many

other mannish cowards have, That do outface it with their semblances.

As You Like It, A. 1. Sc.
You mụst forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience ; fear and niceness,
The handmaids of all women, or more truly
Woman its pretty self, to waggish courage;
Ready in gybes, quick-answer’d, faucy, and
As

quarrellous as the weazel : nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek;
Exposing it (but, oh, the harder heart !
Alack, no remedy) to the greedy touch
Of common-kisling Titan; and forget
Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You have made Juno angry.

Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 4.

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