WOMAN,-continued.

Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind.

That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites !

GENERAL INVECTIVE AGAINST.

Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half workers? We are bastards all:
And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where
When I was stampt; some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time: so doth my wife
The nonpareil of this. O vengeance! vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with

A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't

T. C. v. 2.

O. iii. 3.

Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her

As chaste as unsunn'd snow: O, all the devils!

Could I find out

The woman's part in me! For there's no motion

That tends to vice in man, but I affirm

It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it,

The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longings, slanders, mutability:

All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all :-
For even to vice

They are not constant, but are changing still
One vice, but of a minute old, for one

Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
Detest them, curse them :-Yet 'tis greater skill,
In a true hate, 'to pray they have their will:
The very devils cannot plague them better.

WONDER.

Masters, I am to discourse wonders.

They spake not a word;

But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones,

Cym. ii. 5.

M. N. iv. 2.

Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. R. III, iii. 7.

Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange,
Even to the disposition that I owe,

WONDER,-continued.

When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
While mine are blanch'd with fear.

For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,

I know not what to say.

M. iii. 4.

M. A. iv. 1.

Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder, that hath shot out in our latter times.

One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.

These are not natural events; they strengthen,
From strange to stranger.

Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
May spend our wonder too, or take off thine,
By wond'ring how thou took'st it.

WOOING, Wedding, and Repenting.

A. W. ii. 1.

O. ii. 1.

T. v. 1.

A. W. ii. 1.

Wooing, wedding, and repenting, are as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his

grave.

WORDS (See also VERBOSITY).

M. A. ii. 1.

A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.

And tire the hearer with a book of words.

Good words are better than bad strokes.

T.G. ii. 4.

M. A. i. 1.

J.C. v. 1.

You have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.

T. G. ii. 4.

Words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.

T. N. iii. 1.

T. N. iii. 1.

Words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.

His plausive words

He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them

To grow there, and to bear.

A. W. i. 2.

I will maintain the word with my sword, to be a soldierlike word, and a word of exceeding good command.

H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2.

WORDS,-continued.

O, they have lived long in the alms-basket of words.

Let not his smoothing words

Bewitch your hearts; be wise, and circumspect.

AND BLOWS.

Brutus.-Sir, I hope,

My words disbench'd you not.

Coriolanus.-No, Sir; yet oft,

L. L. v. 1.

H.VI. PT. II. i. 1.

When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. C. ii. 2.

WORDS, MERETRICIOUS ABUse of.

They that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton. T. N. iii. 1.

WORLD.

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women, merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant;
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:

Aud then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping, like snail,
Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation

Ev'n in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin❜d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,

And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in the sound: Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

A. Y. ii. 7.

Under the canopy.

C. iv. 5.

WORLD,-continued.

The varying shore o' the world.

This wide and universal theatre

Presents more woful pageants, than the scene
Wherein we play.

A. C. iv. 13.

A. Y. ii. 7.

O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise
Are still together: who twin, as 'twere, in love,
Unseparable, shall within this hour,

On a dissention of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes,

Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
To take the one the other, by some chance,

Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
And interjoin their issues.

C. iv. 4.
A bad world, I say! I would, I were a weaver; I could
sing all manner of songs.
H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

How you speak!

Did you but know the city's usuries,

And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court,
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb

Is certain falling; or so slippery, that

The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war,

A pain that only seems to seek out danger

I' the name of fame, and honour, which dies i' the search ;
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,

As record of fair act; nay, many times,

Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,

Must court'sey at the censure:-O, boys, this story,

The world may read in me.

Cym. iii. 3.

A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: See how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? K. L. iv. 6

It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.

R. III. iii. 2.

M. V. i. 1.

Fie, fie, fie! Pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: for thee.

O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
Shall so wear out to nought.

there's money K. L. iv. 6.

K. L. iv. &.

WORLD,-continued.

Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask my blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues

Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,-
Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out ;-
And take upon's the mystery of things,

As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.

Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit :
No more can you distinguish of a man,
Than of his outward show, which, God he knows,
Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm,
Is often laudable: to do good, sometimes
Accounted dangerous folly.

You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.

-'s REPORT.

Noble madam,

Men's evil manners live in brass: their virtues
We write in water.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones. WORMS.

K. L. v. 3.

R. III. iii. 1.

M. iv. 2.

M.V. i. 1.

K. J. iv. 3.

H. VIII. iv. 2.

J.C. iii. 2.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us; and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end.

H. iv. 3. A man may fish with a worm that eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

WORST.

U gods! who is't can say, I'm at the worst
I am worse than e'er I was.

The worst is not,

So long as we can say,-This is the worst.

й iv. 3.

K. L iv. 1.

K. L. iv. 1