Appear'd to me laft night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one fide, fome another
I never faw a vessel of like forrow,

So fill'd, and fo becoming. In pure white robes,.
Like very Sanctity, fhe did approach

My cabin where I lay thrice bow'd before me, And, gafping to begin fome fpeech, her eyes Became two fpouts; the fury fpent, anon Did this break from her:- Good Antigonus, "Since fate, against thy better, difpofition,. "Hath made thy perfon for the thrower out "Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, Places remote enough are in Bohemia, "There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe Is counted loft for ever and for ever, Perdita, "I pr'ythee, call't. For this ungentle bufinefs, "Put on thee by my Lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee Thy wife Paulina more.".

She melted into air.

And fo with fhrieks
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The Winter's Tale, A. 3. S. 3.

APPEARANCE S.

Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And, as the fun breaks through the darkeft clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

What, is the jay more precious than the lark,.
Becaufe his feathers are more beautiful?.
Or is the adder better than the eel,

eye ?

The Taming of the Shrew, A. 4. Sc. 3.

Because his painted skin contents the

That monster cuftom, who all fenfe doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this;
That,, to the ufe of actions fair and good,
He likewife gives a frock or livery

That aply is put on. Refrain to-night,
And that fhall lend a kind of eafinefs.

To the next abftinence; the next more eafy :

For

THE BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE. 1999 For we can almoft change the ftamp of Nature, And either mafter the devil, or throw him With wond'rous potency.

Hamlet, A. 3. Sc. 4.1

APPREHENSION.

2

The fenfe of death is moft in apprehenfion;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corp'ral fuff'rance, finds a pang as great,
As when a giant dies...

Meafure for Meafure, A. 3. Sc, I.

Believe me, Sir, had I fuch venture forth,
The better part of my affections would
Be with my hopes abroad. I fhould be fill
Plucking the grafs, to know where fits the wind;
Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads:
And every object that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me fad.

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

ART AND NATUR E.
Nature is made better by no mean;

But Nature makes that mean: fo over that Artyout

Which, you fay, adds to Nature, is an Art,

That Nature makes. You fee, fweet maid, we marry

A gentler fcyon to the wildest ftock;

And make conceive, a bark of bafer kind

By buds of nobler race This is an Art

Which does mend Nature, change it rather; but

The Art itfeif is Nature. ayce

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

A

UTHORITY 52,
Could great men thunder

As Jove himfelf does, Jove would ne'er, be quiet

For every pelting, petty officer

Would use his his heaven, for thunder sinds das edy to 1, Nothing but thunder. Merciful heav'n!

Thou rather with thy fharp, fulphur'ous bolt

Split'ft the unwedgeable and gnarled bak,

Than

Than the foft myrtle. O, but man! proud man
Dreft in a little brief authority, wordt belong tod
Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd, pudi sınada)
His glaffy effence, like an angry ape,

Plays fuch fantastic tricks before high heav'n,

As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themfelves laugh mortal. Sou fondire en f Meafure for Meafure, A. 2. Sc. 4..

Thou haft seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar, mot And the creature run from the cur; there, eat mot There, thou might'ft behold the great image of autho

rityA dog's obey'd in officeandaobh pfgriálkill o2 Thou rafcal beadle! hold thy bloody hand :

Why doft thou lafh that whore ?-Strip thy own back : Thou hotly luft'ft to use her in that kind

cozener.

For which thou whipp'ft her.-The ufurer hangs the
alted way, fed yout to 7
Through tatter'd cloaths fmall vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fin with gold,
And the strong lance of juftice hurtlefs breaks
Arm it in.rags-a pigmy's ftraw doth pierce it. is br
King Lear, A. 4. Sc. 6.

BANISHMENT.

All places that the eye of heaven vifits cubos e od T Are to a wife man ports and happy havens.sds L Teach thy neceffity to reafon thus at lliw aynida boot There is no virtue like necaffity.

Think not the king did banish thee,

But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier fit, usag
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go fay, I fent thee forth to purchase honour,
And not the king exil'd thee. Or fuppofe
Devouring peftilence hangs in our air,
And thou art flying to a fresher clime.

ad afT two-a bumalĄ 1s polybau Look what thy foul holds dear, imagine ie iw you t To lie that way thou-go'ft, not whence thou Suppofe the finging birds, muficians;

.

The grafs whereon thou tread'ft, the prefence floor;
The flowers,, fair ladies; and thy fteps, no more

Than

"Than a delightful measure, or a dance; stod snad T For gnarled forrow hath lefs pow'r to bite h wi Ana The man that mocks at it, and fets it light.ong: PoM King Richard II. A. 1. Sc. 3.

The evil that thou caufeft to be done, moci la tito N
That is thy means to live. Doft thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
From fuch a filthy vice? Say to thyself,
From their abominable and beaftly touches

I drink, I eat, array myself, and live,remedied Canft thou believe thy living is a life?

So ftinkingly depending !-Go, mend! mend!

And wheMeasure for Meafure, A. 3. Sc. 2. loudiawo vi gré.

BEAUTIFUL BOY. whodunn ede aguas mule Dear lad, believe it;code For they fhall yet belie thy happy years,

That fay thou art a man: Diana's lipsastiat dguoid's
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy fmall pipe asdot
Is, as the maiden's organ, thrill and found;
And all is femblative a woman's part.

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Telfth Night, A. z. Sc. 4.

BEAUTY.

2.

"There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple:g sið, If the ill fpirit have fo fair a house, in situs of na Good things will ftrive to dwell with't. son qui doloT wifinale Tempest, A. 1. Sc. 2. gado dland bibenix sit tog som Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.de woda woM conged visricAs You Like It, A. 1. Sc. C. 3.

oned addons by did est dost

"Tis beauty truly blent, whofe red and white Nature's own fweet and cunning hand laid on.ngousa Lady, you are the cruell'ft the alive, ha gode LUŽ If you will lead these graces to the grave, adw door! And leave the world no copyon-woru yaw and7 silof Renato Twelfth Night, A. 1. Sc. 5.~ Took sonslang es library ons moozadw alarg an 900m og,290 vafi bine 219 Beauty

WIT

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter'd by bafe fale of chapmen's tongues. adtur
vis Love's Labour Loft. A. 2. Sc. I

O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright! and
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,do,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for ufey for earth too dear.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 1. Sc. 4

BR A G G A RT S.

I know them, yea,

And what they weigh, even to the utmoft fcruple :
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-meng'ring boys,
That lye, and cog, and flout, deprave and flander,
Go antickly, and how an outward hideoufness,
And fpeak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durft;
And this is all.

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. 4

BRUTUS.

(His Character.)

This was the noblest Roman of them all;
All the confpirators, fave only he,

Did that they did in envy of great Cafar;
He only in a generous honeft thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements

So mix'd in him, that Nature might ftand up,
And fay to all the world, This was a man!

Julius Cæfar, A. 5. Sc. laft.

CALUM NY.

No might nor greatnefs in mortality
Can cenfure 'fcape: back-wounding Calumny
The whiteft virtue ftrikes. What king fo ftrong
Can tie the gall up in the fland'rous tongue?

Meafure for Measure, A. 3. Sc. 2.

CAPRICE.

-Men are April when they woo, December

when