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FALLEN GREATNESS,-continued.

My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect,
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.

His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little.

What, amazed

At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder,

H.VIII. v.

2.

H.VIII. iv. 2

A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,

I am fallen indeed.

H.VIII. iii. 2.

There was the weight that pull'd me down. O Cromwell,

The king has gone beyond me, all my glories

In that one woman I have lost for ever:

· No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,

Or gild again the noble troops that waited

Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;

I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now

To be thy lord and master.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

Brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart!
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk !
When that this body did contain a spirit,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now, two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 4.

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs,
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes,
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Let's choose executors, and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath,
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's,
And nothing can we call our own, but death;
And that small model of the barren earth,
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:-
How some have been depos'd, some slain in war;-
Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd;
Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd.
R. II. iii. 2

O, my lord,

Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue:
His faults lie open to the laws; let them,

FALLEN GREATNESS,-continued.

Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
So little of his great self.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me.

Farewell:

And when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell.

Pry'thee go hence,

Or I shall show the cinders of my spirit

Through the ashes of my chance.

Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd.-Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld

Of eyes again so royal!

FALSE CHARACTERS.

H.VIII. ii. 4.

A. C. v. 2.

A. C. v. 2.

I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. M. W. ii. 2.

HAIR.

So are those crisped snaky golden locks,

Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon supposed fairness, often known

To be the dowry of a second head,

The scull that Lred them in the sepulchre.

FALSEHOOD.

Falser than vows made in wine.

As false as dicers' oaths.

O what a goodly outside falsehood hath.

M.V. iii. 2.

A. Y. iii. 5.

H. iii. 4. M.V. i. 3.

That same Diomed is a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses; he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers fortel it; it is prodigious; there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. T.C. v. 1.

FALLSTAFF.

I have much to say on behalf of that Fallstaff.

FAME (See also CELEBRITY).

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

FAME,-continued.

And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavour of this present breath may buy

That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
And make us heirs of all eternity.

All-telling Fame.

It deserves with characters of brass,

A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.

The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
Men's evil manners live in brass: their virtues
We write in water.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.

After my death, I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

L.L. i. 1.

L. L. ii. 1.

M. M. v. 1.

J. C. iii. 2.

H.VIII. iv. 2.

R. III. iii. 1.

Tit. And. i. 2.

H.VIII. iv. 2.

Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph.

Fame, at the which he aims,

H. IV. PT. 1. v. 4.

In whom already he is well grac'd,—cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Marcius, O, if he
Had borne the business!

O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth,
I better brook the loss of brittle life,

Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

C. i. 1.

They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh:

But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool;

And time, that takes survey of all the world,

Must have a stop.

Having his ear full of his airy fame,

Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
Lies mocking our designs.

H. IV. PT. I. V. 4.

T. C. i. 3.

FAME,-continued.

If a man do not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. *** An hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum.

M. A. v. 2.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

FANCY.

So full of shapes is fancy,

That it alone is high-fantastical.

H. V. iii. 2.

T. N. i. 1.

An old hat, and the humour of forty fancies stuck in it

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She knew her distance, and did angle for me,

Madding my eagerness with her restraint,

As all impediments in fancy's course

Are motives of more fancy.

A. W. v. 3.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

A. W. iv. 1.

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

M. N. ii. 2.

FASHION.

See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty?

M. A. iii.3.

Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed.

A. W. ii. 1.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the

man.

New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

These remnants

Of fool and feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto.

M. A. iii. 3.

H. VIII. i. 3.

H.VIII. i. 3.

FASHION,-continued.

Death! my lord,

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too.

Still, wars and letchery; nothing else holds burning devil take them!

FATE.

H. VIII. i. 3.

fashion: a T. C. v. 2.

O heavens! that one might read the book of fate;
And see the revolutions of the times

Make mountains level, and the continent

(Weary of solid firmness) melt itself

Into the sea! and, other times, to see

The beachy girdle of the ocean

Too wide for Neptune's hips: how chances. mock,

And changes fill, the cup of alteration,

With divers liquors !

H. IV. PT. II. iii. 1.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide,
It bocts not to resist both wind and tide.

H. IV. PT. III. iv. 3.

We defy augury; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

H. v. 2.

But, O vain boast!

Who can controul his fate?

0. v. 2.

Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes of vice and answer none;
And some condemned for one fault alone.

M. M. ii. 1

If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.
Men, at some times, are masters of their fates.

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But, orderly to end where I begun,

Our wills and fates do so contrary run,
That our devices still are overthrown;

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Hiii. 2.

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