For I have had fuch faults; but rather tell me,
When I, that cenfure him, do fo offend.
Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come impartial.

Meafure for Meafure, A. 2. Sc. 1.

The Gods are juft, and of our pleasant vices
Make inftruments to scourge us.

King Lear, A. 5. Sc. 5.

KING KILLING.

-If I could find example

Of thousands, that had ftruck anointed kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't; but fince

Nor brafs, nor ftone, nor parchment, bears not one ;
Let villany itself forfwear 't.

The Winter's Tale, A. z. Sc. 2

KING S.

-For within the hollow crown

That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps Death his court: and there the antic fits
Scoffing his ftate, and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little fcene

To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks;
Infufing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brafs impregnable: and, humour'd thus,
Comes at the laft, and with a little pin

Bores through his caftle walls, and farewell, king!
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
With folemn rev'rence: throw away refpect,
Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty;

For

you have but miftook me all this while :
I live on bread like you, feel want like you,
Tafte grief, need friends, like you: fubjected thus,
How can you fay to me, I am a king?

Richard II. A. 3. Sc. 2.

The fingle and peculiar life is bound
With all the ftrength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more
That spirit upon whofe weal depend and reft
The lives of many. The ceafe of majesty

Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
What's near it with it: it is a maffy wheel
Fix'd on the fummit of the highest mount,
To whofe huge spokes ten thousand leffer things
Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty confequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
Did the king figh, but with a general groan

KINGDOM.

Hamlet, A. z. Sc. 3.

When Lenity and Cruelty play for a kingdom,
The gentleft gamefter is the foonest winner.

KNOWLEDGE

Henry V. A. 3. Sc. 6.

HURTFUL.

-There may be in the cup

A fpider fteep'd; and one may drink, depart,
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one prefent

Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fides,
With violent hefts

The Winter's Tale, A. 2. Sc. 1.

LABOUR.

Weariness

Can fnore upon the flint, when refty floth

Finds the down pillow hard.

Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 7.

THE LAW.

We must not make a fcare-crow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch, and not their terror.

Meafure for Meafure, A. 2. Sc. 1.

-Pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

Timon of Athens, A. 3. Sc. 5.

LENITY.

O my Lord!

Prefs not a falling man too far-'tis virtue :

His faults lie open to the laws; let them,

Not you, correct them.

Henry VIII. A. 3. Sc. 2.

I have not fopt mine ears to their demands,
Nor pofted off their fuits with flow delays:
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their fwelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears.
I have not been defirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppreft them with great fubfidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd.
King Henry VI. Part III. A. 4.

LIFE.

Thus fometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after Summer evermore fucceeds
Barren Winter, with his wrathful nipping cold.
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

King Henry VI. Part 11. A. 2. Sc. 4.

LIFE LOATH ED.

Oh fovereign miftrefs of true melancholy!
The poisonous damp of night difpunge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4.Sc. 7.

LOQUACITY.

find

Gratiano fpeaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice his reafons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bufhels of chaff; you fhall feek all day ere you them, and when you have them, they are not worth the fearch. The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 1.

LOVE.

1

Things bafe and vile, holding no quautity,
Love can tranfpofe to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind :
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is Love faid to be a child,
Because in choice he is fo oft beguil❜d.
As waggish boys themselves-in game forfwear,
So the boy Love is perjur'd every where.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 1. Sc. 1.
F

It boots thee not

To be in love, where fcorn is bought with groans;
Coy looks, with heart-fore fighs; one fading moment's mirti
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights.
If haply won, perhaps, an hapless gain :
If loft, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit;
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1. Sc.
Writers fay, as the moft forward bud

Is eaten by the canker, ere it blow;
Even fo by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blafting in the bud;
Lofing his verdure even in the prime,

And all the fair effects of future hopes. Ibid. A. 1. Sc.
That life is alter'd now;

I have done penance for contemning Love;
Whofe high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fafts, with penitential groans,

With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs:
For in revenge of my contempt of Love,

Love hath chac'd fleep from my enthralled eyes,

And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow. O gentle Protheus, Love's a mighty lord;

And hath fo humbled me, as I confefs,

There is no woe to his correction;

Nor to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth.
Now no difcourfe, except it be of love;

Now can I break my faft, dine, fup, and fleep,
Upon the very naked name of Love.

It is to be all made of fantasy,

Ibid. A. 2. Sc.4

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and obfervance ;
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience;
All purity, all trial, all observance.

As You Like It, A. 5. Sc. Base men, being in love, have then a nobility in the natures, more than is native to them. Othello, A. 2. Sc. There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1. Sc.

-I tell

I tell thee I am mad

n Creffid's love: thou answereft she is fair;
Pour' in the open ulcer of my heart

Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait; her voice
Handĺiest in thy difcourfe:-O that her hand!

In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense

Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'ft me, As true thou tell'ft me, when I fay, I love her;

But faying thus, instead of oil and balm,

Thou layeft, in every gash that love hath given me,
The knife that made it. Troilus and Creffida, A. 1. Sc. 1.
Expectation whirls me round.

The imaginary relifh is fo fweet,

That it enchants my sense. What will it be,
When that the watry palate taftes indeed

Love's thrice-reputed nectar? Death! I fear me,
wooning destruction, or fome joy too fine,
Coo fubtle, potent, tun'd too fharp in sweetness,
or the capacity of my ruder powers:

I fear it much; and I do fear befides,
That I fhall lofe diftinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.

Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 2.

et Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide arch
of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike
eeds beasts as man: the nobleness of life

[embracing.

to do thus, when fuch a mutual pair, and fuch a twain can do 't; in which, I bind, In pain of punishment, the world to weet,

Ve ftand up peerlefs. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1. Sc. 1.

ove is a smoke rais'd with a fume of fighs; eing purg'd, a fire fparkling in lovers' eyes; eing vext, a fea nourish'd with lovers' tears; That is it elfe? A madness most discreet, choaking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 1. Śc.

F 2

2.

LOVE