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Honour fet a leg? No.. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in furgery then? No. What is Honour? A word. What is that word Honour? Air: a trim reckoning!-Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it infenfible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not fuffer it:-therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere 'fcutcheon; and fo ends my catechifm. Ibid, A. 5. Sc. 1,

His nature is too noble for the world:

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent;

And, being angry, doth forget that ever

He heard the name of Death.

Coriolanus, A. 3. Sc. I.

If Jupiter

Should from yon cloud fpeak divine things, and fay,
'Tis true, I'd not believe them more than thee,
All noble Marcius.

Ibid, A. 4. Sc. 5.

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate.
Life every man holds dear; but the brave man
Holds honour far more precious dear than life.

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

HONOUR AND

I've heard you fay,

POLICY.

Honour and Policy, like unfever'd friends,

I' th' war do grow together; grant that, and tell me,
In peace, what each of them by th' other lofes,

That they combine not there? Coriolanus, A. 3. Sc. 5.

HOPE.

Hope is a lover's ftaff: walk hence with that,

And manage it against despairing thoughts.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3. Sc. 1.

I will defpair; and be at enmity

With cozening Hope: he is a flatterer,
A parafite, a keeper-back of death,

Who gently would diffolve the bands of life,
Which falle hopes linger in extremity.

King Richard II. A. 2. Sc. z.
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True

True Hope is fwift, and flies with fwallows wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

King Richard III. A. 5. Sc. 2.

HORROR.

Some ftrange commotion

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Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts
Stops on a fudden, looks upon the ground;
Then lays his finger on his temple; straight
Springs out into faft gait, then ftops again;
Strikes his breast hard, and then anon he cafts
His eye against the moon: in moft ftrange poftures
We've feen him fet himself. Henry VIII. A. 3. Sc. 3.

HORRORS OF A PREMEDITATED MURDER.

Good friend, thou haft no cause to say so yet ;-
But thou shalt have :--and, creep time ne'er fo flow,
Yet it fhall come for me to do thee good.

I had a thing to fay ;-but, let it go:
The fun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
To give me audience: if the midnight bell
Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sound one unto the drowfy race of night;
If this fame were a church-yard, where we ftand,
And thou poffeffed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that furly fpirit, Melancholy,

Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick,
Which elfe runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that ideot, Laughter, keep men's eyes,
And ftrain their cheeks to idle merriment
(A paffion hateful to my purpofes);

Or if that thou could'ft fee me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words
Then, in despite of broad-eyed watchful day,
I would into thy bofom pour my thoughts :-
But, ah! I will not.

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King John, A. 3. Sc. z.

HOUNDS.

HOUNDS.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind;
So flew'd, fo fanded, and their heads are hung.
With ears that fweep away the morning dew ;
Crook-kneed, and dew-lapp'd, like Theffalian bulls;
Slow in purfuit; but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each :-a cry more tuneable

Was never halloo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Theffaly.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 4. Sc. 1.
Wilt thou hunt?

Thy hounds fhall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch fhrill echoes from the hollow earth.

The Taming of the Shrew, Induction, Sc. z.

HUMAN LIFE.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipt them not? and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues. All's Well that Ends Well, A. 4. Sc. 3.

HUSBAND.

(A deferving one.)

O happy Leonatus! I may fay;

The credit that thy lady hath of thee,

Deferves thy truft; and thy most perfect goodness,
Her affur'd credit! Bleffed live you long!

A Lady to the worthieft Sir that ever

Country called his! and you his mistress, only

For the most worthieft fit!-Give me your pardon.—
I have spoke this, to know if
your affiance

Were deeply rooted; and fhall make your lord

That which he is, new o'er: and he is one
The truest-manner'd; such a holy witch,
That he enchants focieties unto him:
Half all men's hearts are his---

He fits 'mongt men like a defcended God;
He hath a kind of honour fets him off,
More than a mortal feeming.

Cymbeline, A. 1. Sc. 7.

HYPOCRISY.

The devil can cite fcripture for his purpose.

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An evil foul producing holy witnefs,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
O what a goodly outfide falfehood hath.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 3.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without fuch rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorfe and innocence.

King John, A. 4. Sc. 3.

To beguile the time,

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

But be the ferpent under it.

My unfoil'd name, th' auftereness of

Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 5.

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My vouch against you, and my place i' th' ftate,
Will fo accufation over-weigh,

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That you fhall ftifle in your own report,

And fmell of calumny. Measure for Measure, A. 2. Sc. 3.

Away, my difpofition: and poffefs me,

Some harlot's fpirit! My throat of war be turn'd,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe

Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice

That babies lulls aflcep! The fmiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks; and fchool-boys' tears take up
The glaffes of my fight! A beggar's tongue

Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my ftirrup, bend like his

That hath receiv'd an alms! Coriolanus, A. 3. Sc. 2.
But then I figh, and with a piece of fcripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends ftol'n forth of holy writ,
And seem a faint when most I play the devil.

King Richard III. A. 1. Sc. 4.

We're oft to blame in this;

'Tis too much prov'd, that with Devotion's visage,

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And pious action, we do fugar o'er

The devil himself.

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The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it,
Than is my deed to my moft painted word.

IDEAL COVERNMENT.

I' th' commonwealth, I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;
Letters fhould not be known; wealth, poverty
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation, all men idle, all,

And women too; but innocent and pure:
No fovereignty.

Ibid.

All things in common Nature fhould produce,
Without fweat or endeavour. Treafon, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but Nature fhould bring forth
Of its own kind, all foyzon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people. The Tempest, A. 2, Sc. 1..

JEALOUSY.

The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'ft vow,
That never words were mufic to thine ear,

That never object pleafing in thine eye,

That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
That never meat fweet favour'd in thy taste,

Unless I fpake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd.

How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it,
That thou art thus eftranged from thyself?
Thyfelf I call it, being strange to me ;
That undividable, incorporate,

Am better than my dear felf's better part.
Ah, do not tear away thyfelf from me:
For know, my love, as eafy may'ft thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulph,
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,

As take from me thyfelf, and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,

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