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give him gold bear, yet he is

GOLD.

be of great authority: close with him; and though authority be a stubborn often led by the nose with gold. Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

-'Tis gold

Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes

Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up

Their deer to the stand o' the stealer: and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd, and faves the Cymbeline, A. 2, S. 3.

thief.

What a god's gold,

'Tis thou that rigg'ft the bark, and plow'ft the

foam,

Settlest admired reverence in a flave;

To thee be worship! and thy faints for aye

Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey.

Timon of Athens, A. 5, S. 1.
Rafcal thieves,

Here's gold: go fuck the fubtle blood o'the grape, 'Till the high fever feeth your blood to froth, And fo, 'fcape hanging. Timon of Athens, A. 4,

Go on-here's gold-go on;

S.3.

Be as a planetary plague, when Jove
Will o'er fome high-vic'd city hang his poifon
In the fick air: let not thy fword skip one:
Pity not honour'd age for his white beard,
He is an ufurer. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.
Peace; thou know'ft not gold's effect:
Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;.
For I will board her, though fhe chide as loud
As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack.
Taming of the Shrew, A. 1, S. 2:

The

The providence, that's in a wachful state,
Knows' almost every grain of Pluto's gold,
Finds bottom in the uncomprehenfive deeps;

Keeps place with thought, and almoft, like the gods,

Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S. 3•

He that doth the ravens feed,

Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you; let me be your fervant.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 3,

There is thy gold; worfe poifon to men's fouls, Doing more murders in this loathfome world, Than thefe poor compounds that thou may'st not

fell:

I fell thee poison, thou haft fold me none.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 1.

Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods,
I am no idle votarist. Timon of Athens, A. 42 S. 3:

* Knows almost every grain of Pluto's gold.] I think we should read, of Plutus' gold. It fhould be remembered, however, that mines of gold were anciently fuppofed to be guarded by demons. STEEVENS.

"Pluto" is right. Pluto is properly the god of riches. Plutus is rather the keeper or diftributor of those riches.

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- no idle votarift.] No infincere or inconftant fupplicant. JOHNSON. Votarift can fcarcely ftand for fupplicant-befide, Timon was refigned to his fate, and he had nothing more to afk. By vota rift, he means that he had devoted himself to labour; and by 66 idle one," he would intimate that his refolution was taken, and that even the fight of gold has nothing alluring in it, or that can tempt him to break his vows.

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GOOD, GOODNESS.

I never did repent for doing good,

Nor fhall not now.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4.

We, ignorant of ourselves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wife pow'rs
Deny us for our good: fo find we profit,

By lofing of our prayers.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 1.

O loyal father of a treacherous fon!

Thou fheer, immaculate, and filver fountain,
From whence this ftream through muddy paffages,
Hath held his current, and defil'd himself!
Thy overflow of good converts to bad;
And thy abundant goodness fhall excufe.
This deadly blot in thy digreffing fon.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 3.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 2.

My vows and prayers

Yet are the king's, and, till my foul forfake me,
Shall cry for bleffings on him; may he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!
And, when old time fhall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument.

GRACE,

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 1.

GRACE S.

Lady, you are the crueleft she alive,

If you will lead these graces to the grave,

And leave the world no copy.

Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5.

Chide

Chide me, dear ftone; that I may fay, indeed,
Thou art Hermione: or rather, thou art fhe,
In thy not chiding; for fhe was as tender,
As infancy, and grace. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 3.
Take Antony

Octavia to his wife: whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whofe virtue, and whofe general graces, fpeak
That which none elfe can utter.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2.

Make your full reference freely to my lord,
Who is fo full of grace, that it flows over
On all that need: let me report to him
Your sweet dependancy; and you fhall find
A conqueror, that will pray in aid for kindness
Where he for grace is kneel'd to.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2.
See what a grace was feated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A ftation like the herald Mercury',
New lighted on a heaven-kiffing hill;
A combination, and a form, indeed,
Where every god did feem to fet his feal,
To give the world affurance of a man.

Hamlet, A.
Alas, fir,

In what have I offended you? what cause
my behaviour given to your displeasure,

Hath

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S. 4.

Aftation.] Station, in this inftance, does not mean the Spot where any one is placed, but the act of ftanding.

"A ftation like the herald mercury,"

STEEVENS.

is an elegant, ftriking figure. That such is the meaning, the following line will fhew.

"A combination, and a form, indeed."

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That thus you should proceed to put me off,
And take your good grace from me?

Good my lord,

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.

You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory
Of your best graces in your mind; the which
You were now running o'er; you have scarce time
To fteal from fpiritual leifure a brief fpan,

To keep your earthly audit. Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2.
Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left
Is, that fhe will not add to her damnation

A fin of perjury: the not denies it.

Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1.

O Hero! what a Hero hadft thou been
If half thy outward graces had been plac'd
About the thoughts and counfels of thy heart,
But, fare thee well, moft foul, most fair!

Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1.

GREATNESS.

O be fick, great greatness,

And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'ft thou, thy 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?

Henry V. A. 4, S. 1.

O hard condition! twin-born with greatness,

Subjected to the breath of every fool,

Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing!
What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect,
That private men enjoy? and what have kings,
That private men have not too, fave ceremony?
Henry V. A. 4, S. 1.
That man, that fits within a monarch's heart,
And ripens in the fun-fhine of his favour,

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