SACK.

S.

A good sherris-sack has a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me into. the brain: dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, and forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, (the tongue) which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood; which, before cold, and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity andcowardice; but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illuminateth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm: and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a-work and learning, a mere hoard of gold, kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,—to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack.

SADNESS.

H.IV. PT. II. iv. 3.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad ;
It wearies me; you say, it wearies you:
But how I caught it, found it, or came by't,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn.

Howe'er it be,

I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,

As, though in thinking, on no thought I think,-
Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.

Such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.

M.V. i. 1

R. II. ii. 2.

M.V. i. 1.

SADNESS,-continued.

I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,

Mingle their spurs together.

Cym. iv. 2.

There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

SAGACITY.

M.A. i. 3.

This learned constable is too cunning to be understood.

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,

Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round.

CLERICAL.

Jove bless thee, master parson.

MILITARY.

Most military Sir, salutation.

SARCASMS.

O. ii. 1.

T.N. iv. 2.

L. L. v. 1.

She speaks poignards, and every word stabs; if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect the north star.

SATIETY.

They surfeited with honey, and began

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little

M.A. ii. 1.

More than a little is by much too much. H. IV. PT. 1. iii. 2.

Who rises from a feast

With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with th' unabated fire

That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

M. V. ii. 6.

O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly,

To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont,
To keep obliged faith unforfeited.

M. V. ii. 6.

The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida,

O. i. 3.

SATIRE.

Satire, keen and critical.

Wit larded with malice.

M. N. v. 1.

T. C. v. 1

SATIRE,--continued.

I must have liberty

Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please; for so fools have;
And they that are most galled with my folly,

They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church;

He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,

Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomis'd
Ev'n by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
SATIRIST.

The world's large tongue,

Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
Full of comparison and wounding flouts;
Which you on all estates will execute,
That lie within the mercy of your wit.

A. Y. ii. 7.

L. L. v. 2.

A very dull fool; his only gift is in devising impossible slanders; none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy; for he both pleases men, and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him.

SAVAGE.

Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preached.

SCHEMER.

What impossible matter will he make easy next?
I am not so nice

To change true rules for odd inventions.

SCHOLAR.

Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. SCHOOLBOY SIMPLICITY.

M. A. ii. 1.

T. N. iv. 1.

T. ii. 1.

T. S. iii. 1.

H. i. 1.

The flat transgression of a schoolboy; who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shows it to his companion, and he steals it. M. A. ii. 1.

SCHOOLMASTER.

Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishion ers; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you; you are a good member of the commonwealth. L. L. iv. 2.

SCOLD.

Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

SCOLD,-continued.

Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an hungry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in pitched battles heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

SCORN.

You speak of the people, as if you were a god,
To punish; not a man of their infirmity.
You are not worth another word, else I'd call

O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!

Scorn at first, makes after love the more.
I will not do't:
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.

SCULPTURE.

SEA.

T. S. i. 2

C. iii. L. you knave. A. W. ii. 3.

H.VI. PT. II. iv. 1.
T. G. iii. 1.

C. iii. 2.

He so near to Hermione hath done Hermione, that, they say, one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer.

Still, methinks,

There is an air comes from her: what fine chizzel
Could ever yet cut breath.

The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven.

BED OF THE.

Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd on the bottom of the sea.

W. T. v. 2.

W. T. v. 3.

M.V. ii. 6.

Some lay in dead men's sculls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

And mock'd the dead-bones that lay scatter'd by.

R. III. i. 4.

SEA, PERILS OF THE (See also SHIPWRECK).

Our hint of woe

Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe.

SEASONS.

The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer Luds
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.

SEASON.

Every time

Serves for the matter that is then born in it.
SEASONABLE.

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended; and, I think,

T. ii. 1.

M. N. ii. 2.

A. C. ii. 2.

The nightingale, if she should sing by day,.

When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.

How many things by season season'd are,
To their right praise, and true perfection.

M.V. v. 1.

SECLUSION.

If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
Lo, Cæsar is afraid?

J.C. ii. 2.

SECRECY.

Stall this in your bosom.

A. W. i. 3.

M. iii. 1.

Masking the business from the common eye.

When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am
of it.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

"Tis in my memory lock'd,

And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Thou wilt not trust the air with secrets.

Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.

I know you wise; but yet no further wise,
Than Harry Percy's wife; constant you are;

the grave A. W. iv. 3.

H. i. 2.

H. i. 3.

Tit. And. iv. 2.

H. iii. 4