The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war
A pain that only feems to feek out danger
I'the name of fame and honour, which dies i'the fearch, And halt as oft a flanderous epitaph
As record of fair act; nay, many times
Doth ill defence by doing well, what's worse,
Muft curt'fy at the cenfure. O boys, this story
The world may read in me: my body's mark'dr
With Roman fwords; and my report was once
Firft with the beft of note: Cymbeline lov'd me;
And 1 when a foldier was the theme, my name
Was not far off: then was I as a tree,
Whofe boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night,
A storm, or robbery, call it what you will,
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
And left me bare to weather.
My fault being nothing (as I told you oft)
But that two villains, whofe falfe oaths prevail'd
Before my perfect honour, fwore to Cymbeline
I was confederate with the Romans, fo
Followed my banishment; and thefe twenty years,
This Bock, as thefe demefnes, have been
I have lived at honeft freedom; pay'd
More pious debts to heaven, than in all
The fore end of f my time. But up to the
This is no hunter's language, he that strikes
The venifon firft, fhall be lord of the feaft;
To him the other two fhall minifter;
And we will eat no poifon; which attend
In place of greater ftate.
CONTENT 10 N.
Contention, like a horse e
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.
Henry IV. Part 2. A. 1. Sc. 1.
CONT
NATINGE NACHE Hd Moy bid
If thou doft break her virgin knot, before moibal bra
All fanctimonious
ious ceremonies may
With full and holy right be miniftred,
No fweet afperfions fhall the heav'ns let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd difdain, and difcord fhall beftrew
The union of your bed with weeds fo loathly
That you fhall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamps fhall light you.
The Tempest, A. 4. Sc. 1.
Do not give dalliances 302
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are ftraw
To th'fire i'th'blood be more abftemious,
Or elfe, good-night your vow.
For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,
With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den,::6-bra
The most opportune place, the ftrong'ft fuggeftion
Our worfer genius can, fhall never melted by
Mine honour into luft; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I fhall think, or Phoebus' fteeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below.
Can counfel, and give comfort to that griefs) vod! 013
Which they themfelves not feel; but, tafting it, all
Their counfel turns to paffion, which before,
Would give preceptial medicine to rage, and app til
Fetter ftrong madness with a filken thread
with words. to fpeak patience To thofe that wring under the load of forrow; But no man's virtue, nor fufficiency,** To be fo moral, when he shall endure The like himself: therefore give me no counfel My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
Much ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. I.
COUNTRY LA S S.
This is the prettieft low-born lafs, that ever
Ran on the green ford; nothing fhe does or feems
But fmacks of fomething greater than herself,
Too noble for this place.
Vibrant of abo The Winter's Tale, A.4. Sc. 3. Bood peles
By how much unexpected, by fo much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occafion.
Radio Stepanah King John, A. z. Sc. 2.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tyger,
Take any fhape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or, be alive again,
And dare me to the defert with thy fword;
If trembling I inhabit, then proteft me
The baby of a girl.
He had the wit which I can well obferve
To-day in our young lords; but they may jeft,
Till their own fcorn return to them unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour:
So like a courtier, nor contempt or bitterness
Were in him; pride or fharpnefs, if there were,
His equal had awak'd them; and his honour,
Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him fpeak; and, at that time,
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him
He us'd as creatures of another place,
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
Making them proud of his humility,
In their poor praife he humbled. Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times.
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 1. Sc. r.
COURTSHIP.
Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You facrifice your tears, your fighs, your heart:
Write 'till your ink be dry; and with your tears
fwept fo clean; fo che im
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