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Cromwell!og nemud eid črni rasto via sisw Thou fall'ft a bleffed martyr. Serve the King, bitk. And Pr'ythee lead me in:
There take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny-'tis the King's: my robe,
And my integrity to Heaven, is all est 50 918 janvā
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell! Cromwell!*
Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal
I ferv'd my King, he would not, in mine age,
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Henry VIII. A. 3. Sc. 2..
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arbon Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.de day siode
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. you
The friends thou haft, and their adoption try'd,
Grapple them to thy foul with hoops of fteel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainmentovando T
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear it, that th'oppofer may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice. Afa'ni
Take each man's cenfure, but referve thy judgement.
Coftly thy habit as thy purfe can buy, son aroÍ
But not exprefs'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel off proclaims the man; no BRA
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are moft felect, and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be: De barnud) SMA,
For loan oft lofes both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.mut A
This above allTo thine ownfelf be true; and tak
And it must follow, as the night the day, be
Thou canst not then be falfe to any man. a joy y
iziyd nhw of ageHamlet, A. 1. Sc. 31.
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Virtue itself fcapes not calumnious strokes.dr orde The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft, before their buttons be difclos'd; ad won 10&
And in the morn, and liquid dew of youth, Dasta
Contagious blaftments are most imminent.
Be wary then beft fafety lies in fear;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
-Beware of them, Diana! their promife. ticements, oaths, tokens, and all thefe engines of luft, are not the things they go under: many a maid hath been feduced by them; and the mifery is, example, that fo terrible fhews in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that diffuade fucceffion, but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten Handle All's Well that Ends Well, A. 3. Gemolold wozuOM
AFFECTION.
________Poor Lord! is't I
That chafe thee from thy country, and expose
Thofe tender limbs of thine to the event
Of the none-fparing war? and is it Fell
That drive thee from the fportive court, w
Was't fhot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
Of smoky mufkets? O you leaden meffengers,
That ride upon the violent fpeed of fire,
Fly with falfe aim! move the ftill piercing air,
That fings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
Whoever fhoots at him, I fet him there gooq AV
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And though I kill him not, I am the caufead T
His death was fo effected. Better 'twere 199wl and T
I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd as aq poM
With sharp constraint of hunger: better 'tweren
That all the miferies which Nature owes
Were mine at once.
"Twas pretty though a plague,
To fee him ev'ry hour; to fit, and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart too capable
y line e and trick of his fweet f But now he's gone; and my idolatrous fancy to on'] Muft fanctify his relics.. relics.chod bas
aliai from Are Ibid. A. 1. Sc. 1.
I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness!
And from that full meridian of my glory,
I hafte now to my fetting. I fhall fall,
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man fee me more.
Henry VIII. A. 3. Sc. 2.
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !.
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blufhing honours thick. upon him
The third day comes a froft, a killing froft,
And, when he thinks, good eafy man, full furely.
His greatness is a ripening, nips his root,..
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd,
Like little wanton boys that fwim on bladders,
Thefe many fummers in a fea of glory;:
But far beyond my depth-My high-blown pride-
At length broke under me, and now has left me, edT
Weary and old with fervice, to the mercy
Of a rude
le ftream, that must for ever hide me.me
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye;:
I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched o
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!.
There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to,
That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to rife again.
It must be by his death.. and, for my part,
I know no perfonal caufe to fpurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:-
How that might change his nature
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him?-that;
And then I grant we put a fting in him
That at his will he may do danger with. qualsgat
The abufe of greatnefs is, when it disjoins
Remorfe from power:-and, to fpeak truth of Cafar,
I have not known when his affections fway'd
More than his reafon. But 'tis a common proof, 04-
That lowlinefs is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upwards turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmoft round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, fcorning the bafe degrees
By which he did afcend. So Cæfar may;
Then, left he may, prevent: and fince the quarrel
Will bear no colour, for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus that what he is, augmented,
Would run to thefe and thefe extremities;
And therefore think him as a ferpent's egg,
Which, hatch'd, would as his kind grow mifchievous;
And kill him in the fhell.
bouton Me A Julius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 1.
LOVE. T It were all one s
That I fhould love a bright partic'lar ftar,
And think to wed it; he is fo above me
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Muft I be comforted, not in his fphere. Alq 25 atoll
Th'ambition in my love thus plagues itfelf;
The hind that would be mated by the lion,q el
Muft die for love.
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 1. Sc. 1.
Stay, my Lord! And let your reason with your choler queftion What 'tis you go about. To climb steep hills Requires flow pace. Anger is like
A full hot horfe, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. Bila wnił Be to yourfelf
As you would to your friend
Anger's my meat; I fup upon myself;
And fo fhall ftarve with feeding.
Coriolanus, A. 4. Sc. 2.
O Caffius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, fhows a hafty spark,
And ftraight is cold again.
Julius Cæfar, A. 4. Sc. 3.
(Cleopatra's Chara&er of him.)
His face was as the heavens; and therein ftuck
A fun and moon, which kept their courfe, and lighted
The little O, the earth.
His legs beftrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
Crefted the world: his voice was property'd
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But, when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't,- -an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping. His delights
Were dolphin-like; they fhew'd his back above
The element they liv'd in. In his living
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands
Were as plates dropt from his pocket.es
If there be, or ever were, one fuch,mai
It's paft the fize of dreaming. Nature wants ftuff
To vie ftrange forms with fancy; yet to imagine
An Antony, were Nature's piece gainst fancy,
Condemning fhadows quite.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5. Sc laft.
bois APPARITION.
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