Let's take the inftant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'ft decrees
Th'inaudible and noiselefs foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them.sg col
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 5. Sc. 2.
Come-I have learn'd that fearful commenting
Is leaden fervitor to dull delay;
Delay leads impotent and fnail-pac'd beggary.
Richard III. A. 4. Sc. 3.
DISEASES.
Before the curing of a strong difeafe,
E'en in the inftant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest: evils that take leave,
In their departure moft of all fhew evil.
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can ftir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but defpair. A thousand knees,
Ten thousand years together, naked, fafting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter,
In ftorm perpetual, could not move the Gods
To look that way thou wert.
The Winter's Tale, A. 3. S. 2,
If thou did't but confent
To this moft cruel act, do but defpair,
And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
That ever fpider twisted from her womb
Will ftrangle thee; a rush will be a beam starrer ATLA
To hang thee on or, would'ft thou drown thyfelf,
Put but a little water in a spoon,
And it fhall be as all the ocean,
Enough to ftifle fuch a villain up.
Aan King John, A. 4. Sc. 3.
DESPERATION.
【And betimes I will) unto the weird fifters
More fhall they fpeak; for now I'm bent to know,
THE BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE.
BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPE
worst: ft: for mine own mine own good, All caufes fhall give way. Iram in blood damoinic Stept in fo far, that, fhould I wade no more,Ma LH, Returning were as tedious as go o'erovanimal sisi bak Strange things I have in head, that will to hand Which must be acted, ere they may be fcann'd.,
My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.ba My father's lofs, the weakness that I feel,
The wrack of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me; dod
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o'th'earth
Let liberty make ufe of; fpace enough
Have I, in fuch a prifon.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy: bha Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowfy man.
A bitter fhame hath spoilt the fweet world's tafte,
That it yields nought but fhame and bitterness.
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I have liv'd long enough: my May of life
Is fall'n into the fere, the yellow leaf:thod
And that which should accompany old-age,
As honour, love, obedience, troop of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead, ed JafT
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poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.r
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Henry VIII. A. 4. Sc. 2.
DIGNITY mod ei en dond
Had I fo lavish of my prefence been, toonis
So common hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So ftale and cheap to vulgar company,
dana id aj zqstë Opinion,
THE BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE.
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had ftill kept loyal to poffeffion,
And left me in reputelefs banifhment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood;
But, being feldom feen, I could not ftir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at!
That men would tell their children, "This is he;"
Others would fay, "Where? which is Bolingbroke?"
And then I ftole all courtesy from heav'n,
And dreft myself in much humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud fhouts and falutations from their mouths,
Even in the prefence of the crowned king.
Thus did I keep my perfon fresh and new;
My prefence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er feen but wonder'd at: and fo my ftate,
Seldom, but fumptuous fhowed like a feaft,
And won by rarenefe fuch folemnity.
The fkipping king, he ambled up and down
With fhallow jefters, and rafh bavin wits,
Soon kindled and foon burnt: 'fcarded his stated.
Mingled his royalty with carping fools: dhist als
Had his great name profaned with their fcorns;
And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh with gybing boys, and stand the push
Of every beardlefs vain comparative:
Grew a companion to the common ftreets;
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
That, being daily fwallow'd by men's eyes,
They furfeited with honey, and began
To loath the tafte of sweetnefs: whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occafion to be feen,
He was but, as the cuckow is in June,
Heard, not regarded; feen, but with fuch eyes
As, fick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze;
Such as is bent on fun-like majefty,
When it fhines feldom in admiring eyes:
But rather drows'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and rendred fuch afpect
As cloudy men ufe to their adverfaries,
Being with his prefence glutted, gorg'd, and full. Henry IV. Part 1. A. 3. Sc. 4
D IS CONT, EN T.
I know a difcontented gentleman,
Whose humble means match not his haughty mind;
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will no doubt tempt him to any thing.
Richard III. A. 4.
DISEASES OF THE MIND.
Canft thou not minister to a mind difeas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted forrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain i
And, with fome fweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanfe the foul bofom of that perilous ftuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
DISGUISE.
Difguife, I fee thou art a wickedness
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.va bard woh Twelfth Night, A.2. Sc. 4.5
I ftuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durft make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Where the impreffion of mine eye enfixing,
Contempt his fcornful perfpective did lend me,
metais
Which warp'd the line of every other favour old
Scorn'd a fair colour, or exprefs'd it ftol'n, f.
Extended or contracted all proportions
To a moft hideous object: thence it came
That the whom all men prais'd, and whom myself,
Since I have loft, have lov'd, was in mine eyeder
The duft that did offend it.
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 5. Sc. 2.
She's but the fign and femblance of her honour:
Behold, how like a maid fhe blushes here!
O, what authority and thew of truth
Can cunning fin cover itfelf withal!
Comes not that blood as modeft evidence
To witnefs fimple virtue? Would you not fwear,
All you that fee her, that he were a maid,
By thefe exterior fhews? But he is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed;
Her blush is guiltinefs, not modesty.
Much ado about Nothing, A. 4. Sc. 1.
DISTRACTION.
As the wretch, whofe fever-weaken'd joints
Like ftrengthlefs hinges buckle under life, ta
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire.
Out of his keeper's arms; e'en fo my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief,
Are thrice themfelves. Hence, therefore, thou nice
- crutch;
A fcaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
Muft glove this hand: and hence, thou fickly quoif,
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head
Which princes, flefh'd with conqueft, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron, and approach
The rugged'ft hour that time and fpite dare bring
To frown upon th'enrag'd Northumberland!
Let heaven kifs earth! Now let not Nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die:
And let this world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a ling'ring act;
But let one fpirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bofoms, that each heart being fet
On bloody courfes, the rude fcene may end,
And darknefs be the burier of the dead.
Henry IV. Part II, A. 1. Sc. 3.
STYM MANDY OKO MS-DAY.
Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all fpirits, , and
Are melted into air, into thin air ;
And, like the baseless fabrick of this vifion,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itfelf,
Yea, all which it inherit fhall diffolve;
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