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These new tuners of accents.
AFFECTION (See PARENTAL AFFECTION).
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
R. J. iii. 3 AGE.
The silver livery of advised age. H. VI. PT. II. v. 2.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old, with all the characters of age ? Ilave you not a moist eye? a dry hand ? .a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself young? 0 fye, Sir John.
H. IV. PT. II. i. 2.
Youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.
H. iv. 7.
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.
C. E. v. 1. I would there were no age between ten and three-andtwenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing between but wenching, wronging the ancientry, stealing, and fighting.
W. T. iii. 3.
His silver hairs.
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds :
It shall be said his judgment rul’d our hands
Our youths, and wildness; shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his gravity.
1. C. ii. 1. As you are old and reverend you should be wise.
K. L. i. 4.
When age is in the wit is out.
M. A. üi. 5.
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
H. TI. PT. I. üi. 2.
AGE AND FRÄILTY.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
L. L. v. 2. Thou should'st not have been old before thou had'st been wise.
K. L. i. 5.
I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.
K. L. v. 3.
O! grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last;
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
II ire written strange defeatures in my face. C. E. v. 1. ---- AND LOQUACITY. Thuw tedious old fools !
H. ii. 2. Alh. Here u the heart of my purpose.
M. W. ii. 2. AIR.
A bond of air, strong as the axle-tree
On whis... heaven rides.
T. C. i. 3. ALARM.
What stå is this? what tumult's in the heavens ?
Whence meth this alarum, and the noise ?
H. VI. rt. 1. i. 4
What's the business,
That such hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepes of the house?
M. ï. 3.
Silence thai dreadful bell, it frights the isle
From its pi priety.
0. ii. 3. ALLEGIANCE.
Your highness' part
Is to receive our daties : and our duties
Are to your várone and state, children and servants ;
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
Safe toward z ur love and honour.
M. i. 4. AMAZEMENT.
But the chaiiges I perceived in the king and Camillo, were very notuw of admiration: they seemed almost; with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable passion of wonder appeared in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say if the importance were joy or sorrow: but in the extrelsity of one it must be. W. T. v. 2
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
H. ii. 2. I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow.
H. ii. 2.
'Tis a common proof
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
J. C. ii. 4.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
J. C. i. 2.
What see'st thou there? King IIenry's diadem,
Enchas'd with all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy fate,
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold
What, is't too short ? I'll lengthen it with mine :
And, having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven;
And never more abase our sight so low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground,
H. VI. PT. II. i. 2.
That is a step,
On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,
For in my way it lies.
M. i. 4.
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on t'other side.
M. i. 7.
The devil speed him ! no man's pie is freed
From his ambitious finger.
H. VIII. i. 1.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
While Glo'ster bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks,
And smooth my way upon their headless necks.
H. VI. PT. II. i. 2.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere ;
Nor can one England brook a double reign,
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
H. IV. PT. II V. 4.
The noble Brutus
IIath told you Cæsar was ambitious :
If it were so, it was a grievous fault ;
And grievously hath Cæsar answered it. J. C. iii. 2.
People, and senators ! be not affrighted;
Fly not ; stand still :--ambition's debt is paid. J. C. iii. 1. ALLOY, UNIVERSAL, IN THIS PROBATIONARY LIFE.
Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring,
Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers ;
The adder hisseth where the sweet birds sing;
What virtue breeds, iņiquity devours.
Let me say, Amen, betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer.
M. V. ii. 1. AMENDMENT (See also Reform). God mend all.
H. VIII. i. 3. ANCESTRY (See also LINEAGE).
Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard conqueror.
T. S. Ind. 1 ANGER (See also FURY-RAGE).
To be in anger is impiety,
But who is man that is not angry.
T. A. iii. 5.
Never anger made good guard for itself. A. C. iv. 1.
This tyger-footed rage, when it shall find
The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will, too late,
Tie leaden pounds to his heels.
C. ii. 1.
Stay, my lord !
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about. To climb steep bills
Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
A full hot horse, who, being allowed his way,
Self mettle tires him.
H. VIII. i. 1.
It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had stol'n our jewel, All's but naught;
Patience is sottish ; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad.
A. C. iv. 13.
Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2.
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now. R. J. iii. 1.
What! drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile.
H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.
A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
Would curses kill as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Delivered strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave :
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words ;
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix’d on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban :
And even now my burdened heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect, murd'ring basilisks !
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings !
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2.
Heat not a furnace for your foes so hot,
That it do singe yourself: we may out-run,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor till’t run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it. Be advis’d.
H. VIII. i. 1.
0, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world. K. J. iii. 4.
I am about to weep; but, thinking that
We are a queen, (or long have dream'd so) certain,
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.
H. VIII. ii. 4.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire ;
Who, much enforced, shows it hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
J. C. iv.3