What drink'st thou oft, inftead of homage fweet,
But poifoned flattery? O be fick, great Greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!

Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation ?

Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canft thou, when thou command'ft the beggar's knee,
Command the health of it?-No, thou proud dream,
That play'ft fo fubtly with a king's repofe,

I am a king that find thee: and I know
'Tis not the balm, the scepter and the ball,
The fword-the mace-the crown imperial,
The enter-tiffued robe of gold and pearl,
The farfed title running 'fore the king,
The throne he fits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high fhore of the world;
No-uot all thefe thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these laid in bed majestical,

Can fleep fo foundly as the wretched flave,
Who, with a body fill'd and vacant mind,
Gets him to reft, cramm'd with distressful bread,
Never fees horrid night-the child of hell;
But like a lacquey, from the rife to fet,
Sweats in the eye of Phabus, and all night
Sleeps in Elyfium; next day, after dawn,'
Doth rife, and help Hyperion to his horse;
And follows fo the ever-running year
With profitable labour to his grave:
And, but for ceremony-fuch a wretch,
Winding up days with toil, and nights with fleep,
Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
The flave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in grofs brain little wots,

What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Whofe hours the peafant beft advantages.

Henry V. A. 4. Sc. 1.

The fingle and peculiar life is bound,
With all the ftrength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more
That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest

The

The lives of many.-The ceafe of Majesty
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel
Fix'd on the fummit of the highest mount,
To whofe huge spokes ten thousand leffer things
Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls,
Each fmall annexment, petty confequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
Did the king figh, but with a general groan.

Hamlet, A. 2. Sc. 3.

A man may fish with a worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. Thus it will fhew how a king may go a progrefs through the guts of a beggar.

KINGDOM.

Ibid. A. 4. Sc. 3.

When Lenity and Cruelty play for a kingdom,
The gentleft gamefter is the foonest winner.

KNOWLEDGE

Hen. V. A. 3. Sc. 6.

HURTFUL.

There may be in the cup

A fpider steep'd, and one may drink, depart,
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one prefent

The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fides
With violent hefts.

The Winter's Tale, A. 2. Sc. 1.

LABOUR.

There be fome sports are painful, but their labour
Delight in them fets off: fome kinds of bafénefs
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This, my mean task, would be
As heavy to me as 'tis odious; but

The mistress, which I ferve quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed;
And he's compofed of harshness. I must move
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,

Upon

Upon a fore injunction. My fweet mistress

Weeps when the fees me work, and says, fuch baseness
Had ne'er like executor: I forget;

But these sweet thoughts do e'en refresh my labour,
Moft bufilefs when I do it.

We must not make a fcarecrow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

And let it keep one fhape, till custom make it
Their perch, and not their terror.

MeaJure for Measure, A. 2. Sc. 1.

-Pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants u fe it cruelly.

Timon of Athens, A. 3. Sc. 5,

LENITY.

O my Lord!

Prefs not a falling man too far-ʼtis virtue :
His faults lie open to the laws; let them,

Not you, correct them.

Henry VIII. A. 3. Sc. 2.

L I F E.

Thus fometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after fummer evermore fucceeds

Barren Winter, with his weathful nipping cold.
So cares and joys abound, as seafons fleet.

Henry IV. Part II. A. 2. Sc. 4.

LOQUA CITY.

Gratiano fpeaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: his reafons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you fhall feek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the fearch.

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

L O V E.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can tranfpofe to form and dignity:

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind :

Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement tafte
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy hafte.
And therefore is Love faid to be a child,
Because in choice he is fo oft beguil❜d.
As waggifh boys themselves in game forfwear,
So the boy Love is perjur'd every where.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 1. Sc. 1.

-it boots thee not

To be in love, where fcorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-fore fighs; one fading moment's mirth,

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights.

If haply won, perhaps, an hapless gain:
If loft, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit;
Or elfe a wit by folly vanquifhed.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1.

-Writers fay, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker, ere it blow;
Even fo by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blafting in the bud;
Lofing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.

That life is alter'd now;

Sc. 1.

Ibid. A. 1. Sc. 1.

I have done penance for contemning Love;
Whofe high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fafts, with penitential groans,

With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs:

For in revenge of my contempt of Love,

Love hath chac'd fleep from my enthralled eyes,

And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow.

O gentle Protheus, Love's a mighty lord;

And hath fo humbled me, as I confefs,

There is no woe to his correction;
Nor to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth.
Now no difcourfe, except it be of love;
Now can I break my faft, dine, fup and fleep
Upon the very naked name of Love.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A, 2. Sc.

4.

It

It is to be all made of fantafy,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes ;
All adoration, duty and obfervance;

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience;
All purity, all trial, all observance.

As You Like It, A. 5. Sc. F.

Bafe men being in love, have then a nobility in their natures, more than is native to them.

Othello, A. 2. Sc. 1.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.

Ant. and Cleop. A. 1. Sc. 1

-I tell thee I am mad

In Crefid's love: Thou answerest she is fair;
Pour'ft in the open ulcer of my heart

Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait; her voice
Handleft in thy difcourfe:-O that her hand!

In whofe comparison all whites are ink,

Writing their own reproach; to whofe foft feizure
The cygnet's down is harfh, and fpirit of fenfe

Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'st me,
As true thou tell'ft me, when I fay, I love her;
But faying thus, inftead of oil and balm,

Thou layet, in every gafh that love hath given me,
The knife that made it.

Troil. and Creff. A. 1. Sc. 1.

Expectation whirls me round.

The imaginary relifh is fo fweet,

That it enchants my fenfe. What will it be,
When that the watry palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice-reputed nectar? Death! I fear me,
Swooning deftruction, or fome joy too fine,
Too fubtle, potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my ruder powers:

I fear it much; and I do fear befides,
That I fhall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.

Ibid. A. 3. Sc. z.

LOVE DISSEMBLE D.

Think not I love him, tho' I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well.

I 2

But