The one, in fear to lofe what they enjoy;
Th' other, in hope t'enjoy by rage and war.

King Richard II. A. 2. Sc. 2.

PROMISE S.

Promifing is the very air of the time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever the duller for his act; and but in the plainer and fimpler kind of people, the deed of faying is quite out of ufe. To promife, is moft courtly and fashionable. Performance is a kind of will, or teftament, which argues a great fickness in his judgement that makes it.

Timon of Athens, A. 5. Sc. 2

PROSPERITY.

Profperity's the very bond of love,

Whofe fresh complexion, and whofe heart together,

Affliction alters.

The Winter's Tale, A. 4. Sc. 3.

PROSTITUTE.

"Tis the ftrumpet's plague

To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.

Othello, A. 4. Sc. 1.

PROTEST ΑΤΙΟ Ν.

-were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
Thereof moft worthy; were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye fwerve; had force and knowledge
More than was ever man's; I would not prize them
Without her love; for her employ them all;

Commend them, and condemn them, to her fervice,
Or to their own perdition.

The Winter's Tale, A. 4. Sc. 3.

PROVID E N C E.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philofophy.

Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 5.

Rafhly

And prais'd be rafhnefs for it.-Let us know

Our indifcretion fometime ferves us well,

When our deep plots do fail: and that should teach us

There

There is a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

Ibid. A. 5. Sc. 2. .

-There is a fpecial providence in the fall of a fparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all. Since no man knows aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?

Ibid. A. 5. Sc. 2.

PROTE STATION OF LOVE.

True fwains in love, fhall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes,
Full of proteft, of oath and big compare,,
Want fimiles, truth tired with iteration,
"As true as fteel, as plantage to the moon,
As fun to day, as turtle to her mate,

As iron to adamant, as earth to the center;"
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As truth's authentic author to be cited,

As true as Troilus" fhall crown up the verfe,
And fanctify the numbers.

Troilus and Crefida, A. 3. Sc. 2...

If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth;
When time is old, and hath forgot itself;
When water-drops have worn the ftones of Troy,
And blind oblivion fwallow'd cities up,

And mighty ftates characterlefs are grated

To dufty nothing; yet let memory,

From falfe to falfe, among falfe maids in love,

Upbraid my falfehood! When they have faid-as falfe

As air, as water, wind or fandy earth,

As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, "id
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her fon;

Yea, let them fay, to ftick the heart of falsehood,
As falfe as Crefid

PUNCTUALITY.

I'll give thrice fo much land

To any well-deferving friend;

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I'll cavil on the ninth

part of a hair.

Ibid.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 3. Sc. 1.

PUNISHMENT.

The Law hath not been dead, though it hath slept :
Thofe many had not dar'd to do that evil,

If the firft man, that did the edict infringe,
Had anfwer'd for his deed. Now 'tis awake;

Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glafs that fhews what future evils,
Or new, or by remiffnefs new-conceiv'd,
And fo in progrefs to be hatch'd and born,
Are now to have no fucceffive degrees;
But here they live, to end.

Meafure for Meafure, A. 2. Sc. t.

UIBBLING.

O dear difcretion, how his words are fuited!
The fool hath planted in his memory
An army of good words; and I do know
Α many fools that ftand in better place,
Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. 5.

RANCO U R.

I hate him, for he is a Chriftian:

But more, for that in low fimplicity

He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of ufance here, with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our facred nation; and he rails,
Ev'n there where merchants moft do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls intereft. Curfed be my tribe,
If I forgive him!

I befeech

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

RASH NESS O F

your

Majefty to

to make it

YOUTH.

Natural rebellion done i'th' blade of youth,

When oil and fire, too strong for reafon's force,

O'erbears it, and burns on.

All's Well that Ends Well, A. 5. Sc. 3.

RAVIN G

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RAVIN GO F. A MOTHER.
I am not mad; this hair I tear is mine:
My name is Conftance; I was Geffry's wife:
Young Arthur is my fon, and he is lot!
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were!
For then, 'tis like, I fhould forget my felf.
Oh, if I could, what grief fhould I forget buds
Preach fome philofophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, Cardinal:
For, being not mad, but fenfible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reafon
How I may be deliver'd of thefe woes,
And teaches me to kill, or hang myself.
If I were mad, I fhould forget my fon,
Or madly think a babe of clouts were he:
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The diff'rent plague of each calamity.

King John, A. 3. Sc. 4. Father Cardinal, I have heard you fay,

That we fhall fee and know our friends in heav'n.
If that be, I fhall fee my boy again :

For, fince the birth of Cain, the firft male child,
To him that did but yefterday fufpire,
There was not fuch a gracious creature born.
But now will canker forrow eat my bud,
And chafe the native beauty from his cheek;
And he will look as hollow as a ghoft,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
And fo he'll die; and rifing fo again,
When I fhall meet him in the court of heav'n,
I fhall not know him: therefore never, never,
Muft I behold my pretty Arthur more.

RECOMMENDATION,
(A Death-bed one.)

Sir-I moft humbly pray you to deliver

This to my lord the King

Ibide

In which I have commended to his goodness.
The model of our chafte loves-his young daughter.
The dews of heaven fall thick in bleffings on her!
Befeeching him to give her virtuous breeding;
(She is young, and of a noble, modeft nature;

I hope

I hope he will deferve well;) and a little

To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him,
Heav'n knows how. dearly! My next poor petition::
Is, that his noble grace would have fome pity
Upon my wretched women, that fo long
Have followed both my fortunes faithfully :
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
(And now I fhould not lye) but will deferve,.
For virtue, and true beauty of the foul,
For honesty, and decent carriage,prae

A right good husband let him be a noble ;:
And fure thofe men are happy that fhall have 'em..
The laft is, for my men.-They are the pooreft;
But poverty could never draw them from me ;-
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
And fomething over, to remember me by

If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life, And abler means we had not parted thus. Thefe are the whole contents: and, good my lord, that you love the dearest in this world, each you with Chriftian peace to fouls departed, Stand thefe poor people's friend, and urge the King To do me this laft right. Henry VIII. A. 4. Sc. 2.3.

By

As

REFORMATION..

I know you all, and will awhile uphold
The unyok'd humour of your idleness:
Yet herein will I imitate the fun,

Who doth permit the bafe contagious clouds s
To fmother up his beauty from the world;
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mifts
Of vapours, that did feem to ftrangle him.
If all the year was playing holidays,
To fport would be as tedious as to work;

But, when they feldom come, they wifht-for come;;
And nothing pleafeth but rare accidents.

So when this loose behaviour I throw off,

And pay

the debt I never promised;

By how much better than my word I am, o lub bå By fo much fhall I falfify men's hopes;

Ed And