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The whiteft virtue ftrikes. What king fo ftrong
Can tie the gall up in the fland'rous tongue?
Be thou as chafte as ice, as pure as fnow,
Thou shalt not escape calumny.
Meafure for Meafure, A. 3. Sc. 2.
-Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the fky changes when they are wives: I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey. I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain; and I will do that, when you are difpofed to be merry: I will laugh like a hyena, and that when you are inclined to fleep.
As you like It, A. 4. Sc. 1.
Hear you me, fefica,
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
And the vile fqueaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
Clamber not you up to the cafements then,
Nor thrust your head into the public street,
To gaze on Chriftian fools with varnish'd faces;
But ftop my houfe's ears; I mean my cafements:
Let not the found of fhallow foppery enter
My fober houfe.. The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 5,
Oh, Buckingham! beware of yonder dog,
Look, when he fawns he bites; and when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death..
Have not to do with him; beware of him..
Sin, death, and hell have fet their marks upon him,
And all their minifters attend on him.
Richard III. A. 1. Sc. 3.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
And that craves wary walking.
Julius Cefar, A. 2. Sc. 1.
Think him as a ferpent's egg,
Which hatch'd would in his kind grow
And kill him in the fhell.
Julius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 1.
Nay, my lords, ceremony
To fet a glofs on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodnefs, forry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sc. z.
Tell your nephew,
The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
In praife of Harry Percy: by my hopes,
(This prefent enterprife fet off his head)
Ì do not think a braver gentleman,
More active valiant, or more valiant young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deed..
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,.
I have a truant, been to chivalry;
And fo, I hear, he doth account me too..
Yet this before my father's majefty:-
I am content that he fhall take the odds.
Of his great name and estimation,
And will, to fave the blood on either fide,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.
Henry IV. Part I. A. 5. Sc. 1..
In my school-days, when I had loft one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the felf-fame flight
The felf-fame way, with more advised watch
To find the other forth; by vent'ring both,
I oft found both. I urge this childhood proof,
Because what follows is pure innocence.
I owe you much, and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is loft; but if you please
To fhoot another arrow that same way
Which you did fhoot the firft, I do not doubt,
As I will watch the aim, or to find both,
Or bring your latter hazard back again,
And thankfully reft debtor for the first.
The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 1.
The charm diffolves apace;
And as the morning fteals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, fo their rifing fenfes
Begin to chace th' ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reafon.
The Tempest, A. 5. Sc. 1.
- Were I under the terms of death,
Th' impreffion of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And ftrip myfelf to death, as to a bed
That longing I've been fick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to shame. Meafure for Measure, A. 2. Sc. 3.
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greateft obloquy i'th' world
In me to lose.
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 4. Sc. 2.
The noble fifter of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chafte as the icicle
That's curdled by the froft from pureft fnow,
And hangs on Dian's temple. Coriolanus, A. 5. Sc. 3.
Let me play the fool.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandfire cut in alabafter?
Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish ? The Merchant of Venice, A. 1.Sc. 1.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but fhe makes hungry
When moft the fatisfies. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2. Sc. 2.
Cleopatra's failing down the River Cydnus.
The barge the fat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water: the poop was beaten gold,
Purple the fails, and fo perfumed that
The winds were love-fick with them; th' oars were filver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The waters which they beat to follow fafter,
As amorous of their ftrokes. For her own perfon,
It beggar'd all defcription: fhe did lie
In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tiffue)
O'erpicturing that Venus, where we see
The fancy outwork Nature: on each fide her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cupids,
With diverfe-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid,—did.
Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids,
So many mermaids, tended her i' th' eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackles
Swell with the touches of those flower-foft hands
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd in the market-place, did fit alone,
Whistling to the air, which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in Nature,
Cleopatra's fuppofed Death.
Death of one perfon can be paid but once,
And that she has difcharged. What thou wouldst do,
Is done unto thy hand. The laft fhe fpake
Was Antony! most noble Antony!
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips: the rendered life,
Thy name fo buried in her. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4. Sc. 11. ́
So work the honey bees;
Creatures, that by a rule in nature teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of fort;
Where fome, like magiftrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;.
Others, like foldiers, armed in their ftings,
Make boot upon the fummer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent royal of their emperor,
Who bufy'd in his majefty, furveys
The finging mafon building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The fad-ey'd justice, with his furly hum,
Deliv'ring o'er to executor's pale
The lazy yawning drone.
King Henry V. A. 1. Sc. 2.
O! I have fuffer'd
With thofe that I faw fuffer: a brave veffel
(Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her)
Dafh'd all to pieces. O! the
cry did knock
Against my very heart: poor fouls, they perish'd!
Had I been any god of pow'r, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere
It fhould the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.
The Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. 2.
O, my dear father! Reftoration, hang
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kifs
Repair thofe violent harms that my two fifters
Have in thy rev'rence made!
Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face