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A thousand times more fair; ten thousand times
More rich; that, to ftand high in your account,
might in virtues, beauties, living, friends,
Exceed account: but the full fum of me
is fum of fomething, which, to term in grofs,
is an unleffon'd girl, unfchool'd, unpractis'd;
Happy in this, fhe is not yet fo old

But he may learn; more happy then in this,
She is not bred fo dull but the can learn ;
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit.
Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king:
Myfelf, and what is mine, to you and yours
Is now converted. The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. z.

SELF INTEREST.

Rounded in the ear, :

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With that fame purpofe-changer, that fly devil,
That broker, that ftill breaks the pate of Faith,'
That daily break-vow, he that wins of all,
Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing to lose

But the word Maid, cheats the poor maid of that;
That fmooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commodity,
Commodity, the bias of the world,

The world, which of itfelf is poised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground:
Till this advantage, this vile drawing bias,
This fway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpofe, course, intent.

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SEPARATION.

To die is to be banish'd, from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Is felf from felf; a deadly banishment!

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Henry V. A. 2. Sc. 4.

What

What light is light, if Silvia be not feen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by,
Unless it be to think that the is by,
And feed upon the fhadow of perfection?
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no mufic in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon:
She is my effence; and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Fofter'd, illumin'd, cherifh'd, kept alive.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3. Sc. i

SERVILITY.

So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons;
Come all to help him, and fo ftop the air
By which he should revive: and even fo
The general fubjects to a well-wish'd king
Quit their own part, and in obfequious fondness
Crowd to his prefence, where their untaught love
Muft needs appear offence.

Meafure for Measure, A. z. Sc. 1.

It is the curfe of kings, to be attended
By flaves that take their humours for a warrant,
To break into the bloody houfe of life;
And on the winking of authority,
To understand a law, to know the meaning
Of dang'rous Majefty; when, perchance, it frowns
More upon humour than advis'd respect.

King John A. 4. Sc. 2.

SHEPHERD.

I am a true labourer. I earn that I eat; get that I wear; owe no man hate; envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to fee my ewes graze, and my lambs fuck. As You Like It, A. 3.

Sc. 3.

SHEPHERD'S LIFE.

O God! methinks it were a happy life
To be no better than a homely fwain ;
To fit upon a hill, as I do now;

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To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete,
How many hours bring about the day,
How many days will finish up the year,
How many years a mortal man may live.
When this is known, then to divide the time;
So
many hours must I tend my flock;
So many hours must I take my reft;
So many hours must I contemplate;
So many hours must I fport myself;
So many days my ewes have been with young;
So many weeks ere the fools will yean;
So many months ere I fhall sheer the fleece:
So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years
Paft over, to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah! what a life were this! how fweet, how lovely!
Gives not the hawthorn bufh a fweeter fhade
To fhepherds looking on their filly fheep,
Than doth a rich-embroider'd canopy

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To kings, that fear their fubjects' treachery?
O, yes,
it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
And to conclude, the fhepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
His wonted fleep under a fresh tree's fhade,
All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands fparkling in a golden cup,
His body couched on a curious bed,
When care, miftruft, and treasons wait on him.

Henry VI, Part III. A. 2. Sc. 6.

SHEPHERD'S PHILOSOPHY.

I know, the more one fickens, the worfe at eafe he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends: that the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: that good pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night, is lack of the fun : that he that hath learn'd no wit by nature, nor art, may complain `of good-breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

As You Like It, A. 3. Sc. 3.

SICKNESS.

Infirmity doth ftill neglect all office,

Whereto our health is bound: we are not ourfelves
When nature, being opprefs'd, commands the mind
To fuffer with the body.
King Lear, A, 2. Sc. 4.

SIMPLICITY.

I was not much afraid; for once or twice
I was about to fpeak, and tell him plainly,
The self-fame fun, that fhines upon his court,
Hides not his vifage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike.

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

S LANDE R.

For flander lives upon fucceffion;
For ever hous'd, where it once gets poffeffion.

The Comedy of Errors, A. 3. Sc. 1. 'Tis flander,

Whofe edge is fharper than the fword; whofe tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the pofting winds, and doth belye
All corners of the world; kings, queens, and ftates,
Maids, matrons-nay, the fecrets of the grave,
This viperous flander enters. Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 4.
For haply flander,

Whofe whifper o'er the world's diameter
As level as the cannon to his blank

Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundlefs air.
Hamlet, A. 4. Sc. 1.

SLEEP.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

The Tempef, A. 2. Sc. 1. Boy! Lucius! faft afleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey heavy dew of slumber : Thou haft no figures, nor no fantafies, Which bufy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore, thou fleep'it fo found.

Julius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 1.

SOLI

ates,

ne,

A. 4

SOLICITATION.

-Think with thyself,

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How more unfortunate than all living women and Are we come hither; fince thy fight, which should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, Conftrains them weep, and shake with fear and forrow; Making the mother, wife, and child, to see The fon, the husband, and the father tearing His country's bowels out. And to poor we Thine enmity 's most capital; and thou barr'ft us Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort That all but we enjoy: for how can we, Alas! how can we for our country pray, Whereto we 're bound, together with thy victory, Whereto we 're bound? Alack! or we must lofe The country, our dear nurfe; or elfe thy perfon, Our comfort in the country. We must find An eminent calamity, though we had

Our wish, which fide fhould win for either thou ong Muft, as a foreign recreant, be led

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With manacles thorough our ftreet; or elfe
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
And bear the palm for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, fon,
I
purpose not to wait on fortune, till
Thefe wars determine. If I can't perfuade thee
Rather to fhew a noble grace to both parts
Than feek the end of one; thou shalt no fooner
March to affault thy country, than to tread
(Truft to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb,
That brought thee to this world. Coriolanus, A. 5. Sc. 3.

SOLICITUDE.

A. 2. §

O, my good Lord, why are you thus alone ?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
Tell me, fweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

Thy ftomach, pleasure, and thy golden fleep?

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Why doft thou bend thy eyes upon the earth,

And start so often, when thou fitt'ft alone?

Why haft thou loft the fresh blood of thy cheeks,

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