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Under my burthen groan'd); which rais'd in me
An undergoing ftomach, to bear up

Against what should enfue.

I have mark'd

A thousand blufhing apparitions

The Tempest, A. 1. Sc. 2

To ftart into her face; a thousand innocent fhames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that thefe princes hold.
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading, nor my obfervations,
Which with experimental feal doth warrant
The tenour of my book; truft not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this fweet lady lie not guiltless here,
Under fome biting error.

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 4. Se h

Since what I am to fay muft be but that
Which contradicts my accufation; and
The teftimony on my part no other

But what comes from myfelf; it shall scarce boot me
To fay, Not guilty: mine integrity,

Being counted falfehood, fhall, as I exprefs it,
Be fo receiv'd. But thus, if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,

I doubt not then but Innocence hall make
Falfe Accufation blush, and Tyranny

Tremble at Patience.-You, my Lord, best know,
Who leaft will feem to do fo, my past life
Hath been as continent, as chafte, as true,
As I am now unhappy; which is more
Than hiftory can pattern, though devis'd,
And play'd to take fpectators. For behold me
A fellow of the royal bed, which owe

A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
The mother to a hopeful prince, here standing
To prate and talk for life and honour, 'fore
Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it
As I weigh grief which I would fpare: for honour,
"Tis a derivative from me to mine,

And

And only that I ftand for. I appeal

To your own confcience, Sir, before Polixenes
Came to your court, how I was in your grace,
How merited to be fo; fince he came,

With what encounter fo uncurrent I

Have ftrain'd t' appear thus; if one jot beyond
The bounds of honour, or in act, or will
That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts
Of all that hear me, and my nearest of kin

Cry, Fie! upon my grave. The Winter's Tale, A. 3. Sc. 2. The filence often of pure innocence

Perfuades when speaking fails.

Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 2.

We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frifk i' th' fun,
And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd,.
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not-
The doctrine of ill-doing; no, nor dream'd
That any did: had we purfued that life,
And our weak fpirits ne'er been higher rear'd

With ftronger blood, we should have anfwer'd heaven
Boldly, Not guilty; th' impofition clear'd
Hereditary ours.

Falfe to his bed! what is it to be false?

Ibid. A. 1. Sc. 2.

To lie in watch there, and to think on him?

To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if fleep charge nature To break it with a fearful dream of him,

And cry myself awake? That's falfe to 's bed! is 't?

Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 4.

INTEGRITY.

There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to th' obferver doth thy hiftory
Fully unfold; thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own fo proper, as to wafte
Thyfelf upon thy virtues; they on thee.
Heav'n doth with us, as we with torches do,
Not light them for themfelves: for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike

As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd,
But to fine iffues: nor Nature never lends

The

The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddefs fhe determines
Herfelf the glory of a creditor,

Both thanks and use.

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

INTEMPERANCE.

Boundless intemperance

In nature is a tyranny: it hath been

The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a fpacious plenty,
And yet feem cold; the time you may fo hoodwink.
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be
That vulture in you to devour fo many

As will to greatnefs dedicate themselves,
Finding it fo inclin'd.

INVECTIVE.

Macbeth, A. 4. Sc. 3.

I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune,
I call'd thee then poor fhadow, painted queen,
The prefentation of but what I was ;

The flatt'ring index of a direful page;

One heav'd on high, to be hurl'd down below:
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes;
A dream of what thou waft; a garish flag,
To be the aim of ev'ry dangerous fhot;
A fign of dignity, a breath, a bubble;
A queen in jeft, only to fill the scene.

Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers?
Where be thy children? wherein doft thou joy?
Who fues and kneels, and fays, God fave the queen ?
Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?
Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?
Decline all this, and fee what now thou art
For happy wife, a moft diftreffed widow;
For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
For one being fued to, one that humbly fues;
For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care;
For one that fcorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;
For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.

Thus

hus hath the course of juftice wheel'd about,
and left thee but a very prey to time;

aving no more but thought of what thou wert,
O torture thee the more, being what thou art.
King Richard III. A. 4.

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he fnake lies rolled in the cheerful fun;
he green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
nd make a chequer'd fhadow on the ground.
nder their sweet fhade, Aaron, let us fit,
and whilst the babbling Echo mocks the hounds,
eplying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
s if a double hunt were heard at once,
et us fit down, and mark their yelling noise :
and after conflict, fuch as was fuppos'd
The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd,
When with a happy ftorm they were furpris'd,
nd curtain'd with a counfel-keeping cave;
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done) poffefs a golden flumber;
Vhilft hounds and horns, and fweet melodious birds,
e unto us as is a nurse's fong

Of lullaby, to bring her babe afleep.

Sc. 4.

Titus Andronicus, A. 2. Sc. 4.

INVOCATION.

O for a muse of fire, that would afcend
The brightest heaven of invention!
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
and monarchs to behold the fwelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Affume the port of Mars; and, at his heels,

eash'd in like hounds, fhould famine, fword, and fire, Crouch for employment.

King Henry V. Prol.

The raven himself is hoarse,

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan.
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unfex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top full

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Of direft cruelty! Make thick my blood,
Stop up the accefs and paffage to remorse;
That no compunctious vifitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters,
Wherever in your fightless fubftances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes :
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold! Hold!
Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 5.

JUDGMENT.

I fee men's judgments are

A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,

To fuffer all alike. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 11.

JUSTICE.

Remember March-the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for juftice fake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What shall one of us,
That ftruck the foremost man of all this world,
But for fupporting robbers; fhall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And fell the mighty space of our large honours,
For fo much trafh, as may be grafped thus ?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman.

- I not deny

Julius Cæfar, A. 4. Sc. 3.

The jury, paffing on the prifoner's life,

May, in the fworn twelve, have a thief or two, Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to juftice

That justice seizes on. What know the laws,

That thieves do pafs on thieves? "Tis very pregnant.
The jewel that we find, we ftoop and take 't,

Because we fee it; but what we do not see,

We
tread upon, and never think of it.
You may not fo extenuate his offence,

Fo

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