O, for a horfe with wings!-Hear'ft thou, Pifanio? Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 2. I jeft to Oberon, and make him fmile, Midjummer Night's Dream, A 2, S. 1. Who is to bear me like a thunder-bolt, Give me another horfe,-bind up my wounds- Richard III. A. 5, S. 3. I think there be fix Richmonds in the field; Richard III. A. 5, S. 4. O,.. he's as tedious Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 1. 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, But when the blaft of war blows in our ears, Henry V. A. 3, S. 1. The lion, dying, thrufteth forth his paw, And fawn on rage with bafe humility? Richard II. A. 5, S. 1. You are meek, and humble-mouth'd; 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, 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, But hateful docks, rough thistles, keckfies, burs, 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; 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; Othello, A. 3, S. 3. Jealous fouls will not be anfwer'd fo; They are not ever jealous for the cause, Othello, A. 3, S. 4. Oh, how haft thou with jealoufy infected 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, 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: That they'll not fhow their teeth in way of fmile, Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1. Now |