TEARS,-continued. My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Silver-shedding tears. K. J. v. 2. T. G. iii. 1. Those eyes of thine, from mine have drawn salt tears, R. III. i. 2. My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; Sad unhelpful tears. R. III. i. 2. H.VI. PT. II, iii. 1. I did not think to shed a tear And wet his grave with my repentant tears. See, see, what showers arise, H. VIII. iii. 2. R. III.A.2. J.C. iii. 1. H.VI. PT. III. ii. 5. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd But all my mother came into mine eyes, Raining the tears of lamentation. Friends, I owe more tears, To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears H.V. iv. 6. L. L. v. 2. J.C. v. 3. A. W. i. 1. Tit. And. iii. 1. And he, a marble to her tears, is washed by them, and relents not. M.M. iii. 1. TEARS,-continued. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, OPTICAL ILLUSIONS OF. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Alas, poor man! grief hath so wrought on him, AND SIGHS. K. J. iv. 3: R. II. ii. 2. Tit. And. iii. 2. The tide! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. TEDIOUSNESS. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave, But, truly, for mine own part, if I were as T. G. ii. 3. M. M. it. 1. M. A. iii. 5. tedious as a all of your M. A. iii. 5. Ask God for temperance, that's the appliance only TEMPERS. Now, by two-headed Janus, H. VIII. i. 1. Nature hath form'd strange fellows in her time: And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, M. V. i. 1. TEMPEST. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land: What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, The night has been unruly; where we lay, The wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Flam'd amazement. For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds; 0. ii. 1 M. ii. 3. K. L. iii. 2. T. i. 2. The wind-shak'd surge, with high, and monstrous main, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole : On the enchafed flood. O. ii. 1. The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune T. i. 2. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds J.C. i. 3. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land;—but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point. Let the great gods W. T. iii. 3. That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, TEMPEST,-continued. That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand TEMPTATION. There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Let but your honour know, (Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue) K. L. iii. 2. T.C. iv. 4. M. M. ii. 1.' M. M. ii. 2. Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, Could have attain'd th' effect of your own purpose, your life Err'd in this point, which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you. I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross. Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, TERROR. Alas! how is't with you? That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear suprised eyes, M. M. ii. 1. M. M. ii. 2. T.C. iv. 4. H. iii. 4. Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. H. i. 2. TERROR,-continued. Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves THANKS. M. iii. 3. When a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: A. Y. ii. 5. Often good turns But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, T. N. iii. 3. R. II. ii. 2. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; THEME. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. THIEF, THIEVERY. He will steal, Sir, an egg out of a cloister. H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 2. A. W. iv. 3. C. E. iii. 2. What simple thief brags of his own attaint? A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another! Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profest; that you work not Rascal thieves, T. A. iv. 3. Here's gold: Go, sack the subtle blood of the grape, More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: |