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The royal disposition of that beast,
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.

like it, A. 4, S. 3.
Under an oak, whose boughs were moss’d with age,
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
A wretched ragged man, o’ergrown with hair,
Lay sleeping on his back. As you like it, A. 4, S. 3.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

As you like it, A. 4, S. 1. When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, understanding, it strikes å man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.

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like it, A. 3, S. 3. If ever I thank any man, I'll thank you : but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 5
Now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick;
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
Against a falling fabrick.

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd:
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms :
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 2, S. 1.

Man-how dearly ever parted,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver. Troilus and Crefda, A. 3, $. 3.

O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,

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When faucy 'trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night!

All's well that ends well, A.4, S. 4,
A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness:
He paffes ".

Timon of Athens, A. 1, S.r. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deepest; And in his simple fhew he harbours treason. The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. No, no, iny sovereign; Gloster is a man Unfounded yet, and full of deep deceit.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. I.

Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners !

Timon of Athens, A. 4; S. 11

He ne'er drinks But Timon's silver treads upon his lip; And yet, (0, see the monstrousnefs of man, When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!) He does deny him. Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 2. Timon will to the woods, where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all) The Athenians both within and out that wall! And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind, high, and low!

*} Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. Io

He passes.] i.e. He exceeds: Goes beyond common bounds.

STEEVENS. Shakespeare had compared Timon to an horse breathed or ex.. ercised for the course. He still preserves the fimile,' and says, that Timon passes, i. e. gets before or outstrips others in goodness,

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Be abhorr'd
All feasts, societies, and throngs of men !
His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains :
Destruction fang mankind !

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3:
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind.
For thy part, I do with thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3,
Promise me friendship, but perform none : if
Thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for
Thou art a man! if thou dost perform, confound

thee,
For thou art a man! Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;
And entertain a score or two of taylors,
To study fashions to adorn my body.

Richard III. A. I, S. 2.

Common mother, thou
Whose womb unmeafurable, and infinite breast,
Teems, and feeds all; whose self-fame mettle,
Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft,
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,
The gilded newt, and eyeless venom’d worm,
Yield him, who all thy human souls doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root!

Timon of Aibens, A. 4, S. 3.
Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit:
No more can you distinguish of a man,
Than of his outward shew; which, God he knows,
Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

Richard III. A. 3, S. 1.

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Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 8. By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself.

: Henry IV. P. I, A. 4, S. i. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better fpar'd a better man.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdoms, callid you children, You owe me no subscription; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your fave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man.

Lear; A. 3, S. 2. Is man no more than this ? Consider him well : thou owest the worm no filk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

Lear, A.

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1 Let's levy men, and beat him back again.] This line expresses a spirit of war so unsuitable to the character of Henry, that I would give the first cold speech to the king, and the brisk answer to Warwick.

JOHNSON. Every judicious reader must concur in this opinion.

STEEVENS. It matters little to whom the line is given. Dr. Johnson's reason for taking it from Henry, however, is not very forcible. A king who had been imprisoned, and who had recently regained his liberty, might very well throw out a wish for “ le

vying forces,” and for beating back the man who was endeavouring to deprive him of his crown. This is surely highly natural, though a spirit of war" were no way confonant to his general character,

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May take off some extremnity, which to read
Would be even mortal to me.

Cymbeline, A.

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It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he, which is, was wilh'd until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth

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Comes dear'd, by being lack’d.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 4. A great man, I'll warrant; I know, by the picking on's teeth.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3:

He cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd, and tutor’d in the world.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. I, S. 3:

Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, show like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

Hemlet, A. 2, S. 2.

From his cradle,
He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one:
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading :
Lofty and four, to them that lov'd him not ;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer;
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God.

Henry VIII. A. 4, S, 2.

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