CONTEMPLATION. Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced plumes! CONTEMPTIBLE. T. N. ii. 5. Put on him what forgeries you please; marry, none so rank CONTENT (See also MODERATION). Is our best having. Our content Verily, I swear 'tis better to be lowly born, H. ii. 1. H. VIII. ii. 3. H. VIII. ii. 3. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before: CONTENTION. I pr'ythee take thy fingers from my throat; CONVERSATION. These high wild hills and rough uneven ways, T. A. iv. 3. H. v. 1. R.II. ii. 3. I praise God for you, Sir; your reasons at dinner, have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. COOKERY. L.L. v. 1. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters; And he her dieter. COOLING. Cym. iv. 2. And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half stew'd in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into COOLING,—continued. the Thames, and cooled glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe, think of that;-hissing hot ;-think of that, Master Brook. CORINTHIAN. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle. CORIOLANUS. Thou art left, Marcius: M. W. iii. 5. H.IV. PT. I. ii. 4. A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world C. i. 4. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : He heard the name of death. CORRECTION. C. iii. 1. Your purpos'd low correction, Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, Are punished with. K. L. ii. 2. My masters of St. Alban's, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips? DIFFICULTIES OF. For full well he knows, He cannot so precisely weed this land, COVETOUSNESS. Those that much are of gain so fond, H.VI. PT. II. ii. 1. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1. That oft they have not that which they possess ; Poems. COUNSEL. Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye! COUNTENANCE, BENIGN. H. VIII. iii. 1. Her face, the book of praises, where is read COURAGE (See also VALOUR). Pr'ythee peace; I dare do all that may become a man ; Things out of hope are compass't oft with vent'ring. But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? P.P. i. 1. M. i. 7. Poems. And give more strength to that which hath too much; By how much unexpected, by so much For this last, Before and in Corioli, let me say, H.VI. PT. III. v. 4. I cannot speak him home; he stopp'd the fliers; Turn terror into sport: as waves before A vessel under sail, so men obey'd, K. J. ii. 1. And fell below his stern: his sword, death's stamp, But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; C. ii. 2. COURAGE,-continued. Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, K. J. v. 1. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age; doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. M. A. i. 1. When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, Alone he enter'd C. ii. 2. K. J. v. 4. The mortal gate o' the city, which he painted C. ii. 2. Safe, Anthony; Brutus is safe enough: The gods defend him from so great a shame! He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Our then dictator Whom without praise I point at, saw him fight, J. C. v. 4. C. ii. 2, R. III. v. 4. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast COURT. Do you take the court for Paris garden? you rude slaves, leave your gaping. H.VIII. v. 3. BEAUTY. Let the court of France show me such another: I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: thou hast the right arched bent of the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance. COURTIER (See also TOOLS, SLAVISHNESS). M. W. iii. 3. I am a courtier. See'st thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? Hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? Receiveth not thy nose court-odour from me? Reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, W. T. iv. 3. For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd. But howso'er, no simple man that sees This jarring discord of nobility, This shouldering of each other in the court, COURTSHIP (See also LovE). ད 0. i. 1. H. IV. PT. I. iv.1. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, Every night he comes With music of all sorts, and songs compos'd It nothing steads us I will attend her here, And woo her with some spirit when she comes. And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence: T.G. iii. 1. A. W. iii. 7. |