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INCONTINENCE,-continued.

O thou weed,

Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,

That the sense aches at thee,-would, thou hadst ne'er been

born.

O shame! where is thy blush?

O. iv. 2.

Rebellious hell,

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame,
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge;
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

And reason panders will.

If I do prove her haggard,

Though that her jesses were my dear heart strings,
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,

To prey at fortune.

INCORRIGIBLE.

H. iii. 4.

O. iii. 3.

and play the

Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind. This would make mercy swear tyrant.

INDEPENDENCE.

I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

INDIGNATION.

M. M. iii. 2.

J.C. i. 2.

His indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury. T. N iii. 4.

INFAMY.

Wine lov'd I deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, outparamour'd the Turk. False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. K. L. iii. 4.

INFANT RULER.

Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child! R. III. ii. 3. INFATUATION.

When we in our viciousness grow hard,
(0, misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes;

In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut

To our confusion.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth.

It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
**** Who lin'd himself with hope,

A. C. iii. 11.

M. V. ii. 9.

INFATUATION,-continued.

Eating the air on promise of supply,
Flattering himself with project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts
And so, with great imagination,

Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,
And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

INFECTION.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3,

And one infect another

Against the wind a mile.

INFIRMITY.

Infirmity doth still neglect all office,

Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves,
When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.

GREATNES NOT EXEMPT FROM.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colours fly;

C. i. 4.

K. L. ii. 4.

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre.

INFLEXIBILITY. (See also BOND).

You may as well go stand upon the beech,
And bid the main flood bate his usual height;
You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;
You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops and to make no noise,
When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven
You may as well do any thing most hard,

J.C. i. 2.

As seek to soften that-(than which what's harder?)
His Jewish heart!

Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake,
The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is pil'd upon
his faith, and will continue

The standing of his body.

M. V. iv. 1.

W.T. i. 2.

I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:
I'll have my bond: and therefore speak no more.

M.V. iii. 3.

There's no more mercy in him than there is male tiger.

milk in a

C. v. 4.

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Must I be unfolded

With one that I have bred? The gods!-It smites mo

Beneath the fall I have.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

As man's ingratitude;

Thou art not so unkind

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen

Although thy breath be rude.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

That dost not bite so nigh,

As benefits forgot;

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

I have kept back their foes

While they have told their money; and let out
Their coin upon large interest; I myself,
Rich only in large hurts,-All those for this?
Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
Pours into captains' wounds?

Pr'ythee lead me in:
There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all

A.C. v. 2.

A. Y. ii. 7.

T. N. iii. 4.

T. 4. iii. 5.

I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal

I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

I had my trial;

H.VIII. iii. 2.

And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me

A little happier than my wretched father:

Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,-Both

Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!

INGRATITUDE,-continued.

Heaven has an end in all; yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain:

Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall

away

Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye.

H.VIII. ii. 1.

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel;
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all:

For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,

Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. J. C. iii. 2.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes:

Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

As done.

T. C. iii. 3.

Ingratitude is monstrous: and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.

I am rapt, and cannot cover

The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

C. ii. 3.

With any size of words.

Being fed by us, you us'd us so,

T. A. v. 1.

As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest;
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,

That even our love durst not come near your sight,
For fear of swallowing.

FILIAL (See also CHILDREN).

H. IV. PT. I. V. 1.

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand,

For lifting food to't?

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend;

More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea monster.

Beloved Regan,

Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here;

I can scarce speak to thee.

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. i. 4.

K. L. ii. 4.

KINGS,-continued.

D but think,

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy!

H.VI. PT. III. i. 2.

O majesty!

When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
Controlling majesty: Alack, alack, for woe,
That any harm should stain so fair a show.
Not all the water in the rough, rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king!
Is not the king's name forty thousand names?
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will.

How long a time lies in one little word,
Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs,
End in a word; such is the breath of kings.

High heaven forbid,

R. II. iii. 3.

R. II. iii. 2. R. II. iii. 2.

H. iv. 5.

R. II. i. 3.

That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid.

P. P. i. 2.

When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We are denied access unto his person,

Even by those men that most have done us wrong.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1.

The king is a good king; but it must be as it may; he passes some humours and careers.

He is a happy king, since from his subjects

H.V. ii. 1.

He gains the name of good, by his government. P. P. ii. 1.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,

So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits,
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy,

To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.

H.VII iii. 1.

And, to conclude,-The shepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,

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