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A FOOL'S LIBERTY OF SPEECH.
I must have liberty

Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please; for fo fools have:
And they that are moit galled with my folly,
They moft muft laugh: And why, Sir, muft they fo?
The why is plain as way to parish-church:
He whom a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd,
Even by the fquandering glances of a fool.
Inveft me in my motley, give me leave

To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 5.

FOP DESCRIBED.

But, I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathlefs and faint, leaning upon my fword;
Came there a certain Lord, neat, trimly drefs'd,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new-reap'd,
Shew'd like a ftubble land at harvest-home:
He was perfumed like a milliner;

And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon

He gave his nofe (and took 't away again!
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in fnuff). And ftill he smil'd and talk'd :
And, as the foldiers bare dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a flovenly unhandfome corfe
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

With many holiday and lady terms

He queftion'd me; amongst the reft, demanded
My prifoners in your Majefty's behalf.

I then, all fmarting with my wounds, being cold,
Out of my grief, and my impatience

To be fo peiter'd with a popinjay,

Anfwer'd

Anfwer'd neglectingly, I know not what ;
He fhould, or fhould not: for he made me mad
To fee him fhine fo brifk, and fmell fo fweet,

And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds (God fave the mark!),
And telling me the fovereign'ft thing on earth
Was fpermaceti, for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, fo it was,
This villanous faltpetre fhould be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had deffroy'd
So cowardly; and, but for thefe vile guns,
He would himself have been a foldier.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 1. Sc. 4.

FORTITUDE.

You were used

To fay, extremity was the trier of fpirits ;
That common chances, common men could bear;
That when the fea was calm, all boats alike
Shew'd mastership in floating. Fortune's blows
When most struck home, being gentle-wounded, crave
A noble cunning.

Coriolanus, A. 4. Sc. I.

In the reproof of chance

Lies the true proof of men. The fea being finooth,
How many fhallow bauble boats dare fail

Upon her patient breaft, making their way

With thofe of nobler bulk!

But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon, behold

The ftrong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moift elements

Like Perfeus' horfe: where's then the faucy boat,
Whofe weak, untimber'd fides, but even now,
Co-rivall'd greatnefs? either to harbour fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even fo
Doth valour's fhew, and valour's worth, divide

In forms of fortune. For, in her ray and brightness,
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize

Than by the tyger; but when the splitting winds
Make flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

And

And flies flee under fhade, why then the king of courage,
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth fympathife,
And, with an accent tun'd in felf fame key,

Returns to chiding fortune.

Troilus and Cresida, A. 1. Sc. 3.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

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Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 7.

Grieve not, that I am fall'n to this for you:
For herein Fortune fhews herself more kind
Than is her cuftom. It is ftill her ufe
To let the wretched man outlive his wealth,
To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow
An age of poverty; from which ling'ring penance
Of such a mifery doth fhe cut me off.

The Merchant of Venice, ‘A. 4. Sc. ♣.
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words ftill in fouleft letters?
She either gives a ftomachi and no food;
Such are the poor in health: or else a feast,
And takes away the ftomach; fuch the rich
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

Henry IV. Part II. A. 4. Sc. 9.

FRIENDSHIP.

(Hamlet's profeffion of it to Horatio.),

Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my converfation cop'd withal.
Nay do not think I flatter:

For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue haft, but thy good spirits,

To feed and clothe thee? Why fhould the poor be flatter'd?
No, let the candied tongue lick abfurd pomp,

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,

Where thrift may follow fawning. Doft thou hear?
Since my dear foul was miftrefs of her choice,
And could of men diftinguith, her election
Hath feal'd thee for herfelf; for thou hast been,
As one, in fuffering all, has fuffer'd nothing,
A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards

Hath

Hath ta'en with equal thanks: and bleft are thofe
Whofe blood and judgment are fo well comingled,
That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger,
To found what ftop the pleafe: Give me that man
That is not paffion's flave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, aye, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.

FRIENDSHIP IN

Hamlet, A. 3. Sc. z.

LOVE.

Friendship is conftant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love;

Therefore all hearts in love ufe their own tongues;
Let every eye negociate for itself,

And truft no agent: beauty is a witch,

Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 2. Sc. 1.

FRUITION.

-Who rifeth from a feast

With that keen appetite that he fits down?
Where is the horse, that doth untread again
His tedious measures with th' unbated fire
That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more fpirit chafed then enjoy'd.
How like a younker, or a prodigal,

The fcarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the ftrumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth fhe return,
With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged fails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the ftrumpet wind!

The Merchant of Venice, À. 2. Sc. 6.

FUNERAL.

-Lay her i' th' earth;

And from her fair and unpolluted flefh

May violets fpring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
A minift'ring angel fhall my fister be,
When thou lieft howling.

Hamlet, A. 5. Sc. 2.

FUNERAL DIRGE.

Guid. Fear no more the heat o' th' fun,
Nor the furious winter's rages:

Thou

1

Thou thy worldly task haft done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-fweepers, come to duft.
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' th' great,
Thou art paft the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak;
The fceptre, learning, phyfic, muft
All follow this, and come to duft.
Guid. Fear no more the lightning flash,
Arv. Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone.
Guid. Fear not flander, tenfure raíh.

Arv. Thou haft finish'd joy and moan.
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Confign to thee, and come to duft.

Guid. No exorcifer harm thee!

Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Guid. Ghoft, unlaid, forbear thee!
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Both. Quiet confumination have,

And renowned be thy grave.

FURY..

Cymbeline, A. 4. Sc. 4.

Now he'll out-ftare the lightning. To be furious,,
Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood,
The dove will peck the eítrich; and, I fee itill,
A diminution in our captain's brain

Reftores his heart. When valour preys on reafon,
It eats the sword it fights with.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 10.

GARLANDS FOR OLD MEN..

Reverend Sirs,

For you
there's rofemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and favour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be unto you both,
And welcome to our fhearing.

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

GARLANDS.

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