PATIENCE. He, that would have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding. T. C. i. I. Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. How poor are they that have not patience! H.V. ii. 1. Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; Thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Grow, patience! . And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; O. ii. 3. 0. iv. 2. Cym. iv. 2. Cym. iv. 2. T.G. iii. 1. He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. O. i. 3, Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. That which in mean men we entitle patience, O, gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, T. N. ii. 5. R. II. i. 2. H. ii. 4. Sprinkle cool patience. About my monies, and my usances: Still I have borne it with a patient shrug: M.V. i. 3. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause; O. E. ii. 1. If it be aught toward the general good, T. v. 1. M.V. iv. 1. K. L. iv. 6 The name of honour, more than I fear death. J. C. i. 2. I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants and my country's friend. J.C. v. 4. There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd As easily as a king. J. C. i. 2. Our subjects, Sir, Will not endure his yoke. Cym. iii. 5. PATRONAGE. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! PAUSING. R. III. iii. 4. Look, he is winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. PAYMENT. He is well paid, that is well satisfied. T. ii. 1. M. V. iv. 1. Fair payment for foul words, is more than due. L. L. iv. 1. PEACE. Fie, lords that you, being supreme magistrates, Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. H. VI. PT. I. i. 3, In her days, every man shall eat in safety, L. L. v. 2. H. VIII. v. 4. PEACE,-continued. Peace be to France; if France in peace permit If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven. K. J. ii. 1. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. R. III. i. 1. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 2. Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house, The sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way Keep peace, upon your lives; R. III. i. 1. He dies, that strikes again. What is the matter? If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne To reconcile me to his friendly peace: "Tis death to me, to be at enmity; I hate it, and desire all good men's love. T.C. i. 3 K. L. ii. 2. R.III. ii. 1. H. VI. PT. I. iii. 1 Peace be to me, and every one that dares not fight. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, What, drawn, and talk of peace? L. L. i. 1. H.V. iii. 1. R. J. i. 1. C. iv. 5. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers. PEACE,-continued. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy: mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible. Still, in thy right hand, carry gentle peace. C. iv. 5. H.VIII. iii. 2. My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Thy threatening colours now wind up, Like a pedant, that keeps a school i' the church. PEDANTRY. Idle words, servants to shallow fools, K. J. v. 2. T. N. iii. 2. Busy yourselves in skull-contending schools; PEDLAR. Poems, He hath ribands of all the colours i' the rainbow; points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a sheangel; he so chaunts to the sleeve hand, and the work about the square on't. PENITENCE. By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd. The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, PEOPLE. The people are the city. W.T. iv. 3. T. G. v. 4. K. J. iv. 1, C. iii. 1. PERCEPTION, HUMAN. Cym. i. 7. PERDITION. I'll be damned for ne'er a king's son in Christendom. O thou sun, H. IV. PT. I. i. 2. Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! darkling stand PERFECTION. More than report can promise, fancy blazon, Is this your perfectness ?-begone, you rogue. She that was ever fair, and never proud; * * * * A. C. iv. 13. * She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, PERIL. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can Poems. L. L. v. 2. 0. ii. 1. K. J. iv. 3. · For mine own part, I have not a case of lives; the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. PERJURY. H.V. iii. 2. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury! L. L. v. 2. PERPLEXITY. Sure one of you does not serve heaven well; that you are so crossed. PERSECUTION. O God, defend me! how am I beset! Disloyal? No: She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults PERSEVERANCE. Perséverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang In monumental mockery. M. W. iv. 5. M. A. iv. 1. Cym. iii. 2. T.C. iii. 3. |