Shame on him, whofe cruel ftriking Moft pond'rous and substantial things! Measure for Meafure, A. 3. Sc. 2. MAID'S HONOUR. The honour of a maid is her name, and no legacy is fo rich as honesty. All's Well that Ends Well, A. 3. Sc. 5... MALICE.. Men that make Envy and crooked malice, nourishment, Dare bite the best... King Henry VIII. A. 5. Sc. 5. MA N.. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beafts of their par ticular additions; he is valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant; a man into whom Nature hath fo crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly fauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glympfe of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it he is melancholy without caufe, and merry against the hair: he hath the joints of every thing; but every thing fo out of joiut, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no ufe; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no fight: Troilus and Creffida, A. 1. Sc. 2. -Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good fhape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentlenefs, virtue, youth, liberality, and fuch like, the fpice and falt that feafon a man ?.. He was a man, take him for all in all, Ibid... Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 2 Oft it chances, in fome particular men, By the o'er-growth of fome complexion, Shall in the general cenfure take corruption Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 4. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reafon! How infinite in faculties ! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehenfion, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals. Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 2, What is many If his chief good, and market of his time, That capability and godlike reason, Ibid. A. 4. Sc. 4i There's nothing fituate under heaven's eye, Are Are mafters to their females, and their lords: The Comedy of Errors, A. 2. Sc. 1. MARKS OF A LOVER. hofe A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and funken, which you have not; an unquestionable spirit, which you have not; a beard neglected, which you have not:-but I pardon you for that, for fimply your having no beard is a younger brother's revenue:-' Then your fhould be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your fhoes untied, and every thing about you demonftrating a carelefs defolation: but you are no such man; you are rather point device in your accoutrements, as loving yourself, than feeming the lover of any other. As You Like It, A. 3. Sc. 2. First, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms, like a male-content; to relish a loveföng, like a Robin Redbreaft; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; to figh like a school-boy, that had loft his A B C; to weep like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to faft like one that takes diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like-a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money: and now you are fo metamorphos'd with a mistress, that when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Sc. I.. MARRIAGE. The worthless peasants bargain for their wives, King Henry VI. Part I. A. 5. Sc. 6. For -For know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, Othello, A. 1. Sc. 4. The hearts of old gave hands; But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 4 The inftances that fecond marriage move, When fecond husband kiffes me in bed. Hamlet, A. 2. Sc. 22 MARTLET. This gueft of fummer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Buttress, nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird Macbeth, A. & Sc. 6. MEDIOCRITY. For aught I fee, they are as fick, that furfeit with too much, as they that ftarve with nothing; therefore it is no mean happiness to be feated in the mean.-Superfluity comes fooner by white hairs; but competency lives longer. The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 2.. MEEK NESS. Love and meeknefs, Lord,. Become a churchman better than ambition : Win ftraying fouls with modesty again; Caft none away. MEETING King Henry VIII. A. 5, Sc. 5 It gives me wonder, great as my content, To fee you here before me. 0 my foul's joy! May May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! As Hell's from Heaven! If I were now to die, MELANCHOLY.. Othello, A. z. Sc. 1. I have neither the fcholar's melancholy, which is emula tion; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the cour tier's, which is proud; nor the foldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is. nice; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded. of many fimples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous fadness.. As You Like It, A. 4. Sc... -O Melancholy! Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find -This is mere madness; And thus awhile the fit will work on him: Anon, as patient as the female dove, Hamlet, A. 5. Sc. 2: MELANCHOLY STORIES. In Winter's tedious nights, fit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales. And ere thou bid good night) to quit their grief, And fend the hearers weeping to their beds. King Richard II. A. 5. Sc. 1 MEN AC E. Thou injurious Tribune! Within thine eyes fet twenty thoufand deaths, |