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O, for a horfe with wings!-Hear'ft thou, Pifanio?
He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day?

Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 2.

I jeft to Oberon, and make him fmile,
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And fometimes lurk I in a goffip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roafted crab,

Midjummer Night's Dream, A 2, S. 1.
Come, let me take my horse,

Who is to bear me like a thunder-bolt,
Against the bofom of the Prince of Wales:
Harry to Harry fhall, hot horse to horse-
Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1.

Give me another horfe,-bind up my wounds-
Have mercy, Jefu!-Soft, I did but dream.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

I think there be fix Richmonds in the field;
Five have I flain to-day, inftead of him:-
A horfe! a horfe! my kingdom for a horse !

Richard III. A. 5, S. 4.

O,.. he's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house :—I had rather live
With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far;
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 1.
O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld,
In London streets, that coronation day,
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary!
That horse, that thou fo often haft bestrid.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 5.

That's

That's a colt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can fhoe him himself. Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 2..

Reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for thofe, that tame wild horfes, Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur

'em,

Till they obey the manage. Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.

HUMILITY.

In peace, there's nothing fo becomes a man,
As modest stillness, and humility :

But when the blaft of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger;
Stiffen the finews, fummon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage.

Henry V. A. 3, S. 1.

The lion, dying, thrufteth forth his paw,
And wounds the earth, if nothing elfe, with rage
To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod ?

And fawn on rage with bafe humility?

Richard II. A. 5, S. 1.

You are meek, and humble-mouth'd;
You fign your place and calling, in full feeming,
With meeknefs and humility: but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, fpleen, and pride.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.

Who were below him

He used as creatures of another place;

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,

Making them proud of his humility.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 2.

I ftole

I ftole all courtesy from heaven,

And drefs'd myself in fuch humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,"
Loud fhouts and falutations from their mouths,
Even in the presence of the crowned king.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.

I.

IDLENESS.

HE even mead, that erft brought fweetly

THE forth

The freckled cowflip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idlenefs; and nothing teems,

But hateful docks, rough thistles, keckfies, burs,
Lofing both beauty and utility.

Henry V. A. 5, S. 2.

JEALOUSY.

Think'ft thou I'd make a life of jealoufy,

To follow still the changes of the moon

With fresh fufpicions? No, to be once in doubt,

Is-once to be refolv'd.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

No, Iago;

I'll fee, before I doubt: when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,-
Away at once with love, or jealousy.

I do befeech you,

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Though I-perchance, am vicious in my guess, (As, I confefs, it is my nature's plague

To fpy into abuses; and, oft, my jealousy

Shapes faults that are not) that

your wifdom

yet, From

From one that fo imperfectly conceits,

Would take no notice.

Beware, my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-ey'd monfter, which doth mock

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

The meat it feeds on.

Othello, A. 3,

S. 3•

Trifles, light as air,

Othello, A. 3,

S. 3.

Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong

As proofs of holy writ.

Look to your wife; obferve her well with Caffio;
Wear your eye-thus, not jealous nor fecure;
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of felf-bounty, be abus'd; look to't.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Jealous fouls will not be anfwer'd fo;

They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Othello, A. 3, S. 4.

Oh, how haft thou with jealoufy infected
The fweetnefs of affiance! fhew men dutiful?

Why, fo didft thou:
Why, fo didft thou
Why, fo didft thou:
Why, fo didft thou.

seem they grave and learned? come they of noble family? feem they religious?

Henry V. A. 2, S. 2.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman

Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Comedy of Errors, A. 5, S. 1.

→→→→ Beshrew my jealoufy!

It seems, it is as proper to our age

To caft beyond ourfelves in our opinions,
As it is common for the younger fort
To lack difcretion.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 1.

Jealous Oberon would have the child Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild:

But the per-force, withholds the loved boy,

Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy. Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 1.

If I fhall be condemn'd

Upon furmifes; all proofs fleeping else,

But what your jealoufies awake, I tell you,

'Tis rigour, and not law. Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 2. This jealousy

Is for a precious creature: as fhe's rare,

Muft it be great, and, as his perfon's mighty, Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.

Muft it be violent.

JEST, JESTER.

• I cannot hide what I am: I must be fad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jefts; eat when I have ftomach, and wait for no man's leifure; fleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his huMuch ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 3.

mour.

She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's jefter; and that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jeft upon jeft, with fuch impoffible conveyance, upon me, that I ftood like a man at a mark, with a whole army fhooting at me. Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1.

A jeft's profperity lies in the ear

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue

Of him that makes it.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 2.

Nature hath fram'd ftrange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,
And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper;
And other of fuch vinegar afpect,

That they'll not fhow their teeth in way of fmile,
Though Neftor fwear the jeft be laughable.

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

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