My desire,

More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth. T. N. iii. 3.

EARTHQUAKES.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In strange eruptions: and the teeming earth

Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd

By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples and moss-grown towers.

ECHO.

H. IV. PT. I. iii. 1.

Let us sit,

And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

As if a double hunt were heard at once.

Tit. And. ii. 3.

My hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. T. S. IND. 2.

There's not one wise man among twenty that will praise

himself.

ELEPHANT.

M. A. v. 4.

The Elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

ELEVATION OF SOUL.

I have

Immortal longings in me.

ELOQUENCE.

Some there are

Who on the tip of their persuasive tongue
Carry all arguments and questions deep;
And replication prompt, and reason strong,
To make the weeper smile, the laugher weep.
They have the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in their craft of will.

T.C. ii. 3.

A. C. v. 2.

ELOQUENCE,-continued.

That in the general bosom they do reign
Of young and old, and either sex enchain.
When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws
We shall hear music, wit and oracle.

ELVES (See also FARIES, SPIRITS).

Poems.

T.C. i. 3.

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chace the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though you be) I have be-dimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers; ope'd and let them forth
By my so potent art: but this rough magic
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly music (which even now I do)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

EMBLEM (See ROSES of YORK and Lancaster).

EMOTION (See also PASSIONS).

ALTERNATING.

I have felt so many quirks of joy, and grief,
That the first face of neither, on the start,
Can woman me unto't.

T. v. 1.

A. W. iii. 2.

CONFLICTING.

You have seen

Sunshine and rain at once. Those happy smiles
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.

K. L. iv. 3.

But, O, the noble combat, that, 'twixt joy and sorrow

EMOTIONS, CONFLICTING,-continued.

was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declined for the
loss of her husband; another elevated that the oracle was
fulfilled; she lifted the princes from the earth; and so
locks her in embracing, as if she would pin her to her
heart.
W.T. v. 2.

SILENT.

He has strangled

His language in his tears.

H. VIII. v. 1.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

EMULATION.

For honour travels in a strait so narrow,

M. A. ii. 1.

Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path;
For emulation hath a thousand sons,

That one by one pursue: If you give way,

Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an entered tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost:-

Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Lies there for pavement to the abject rear,

O'er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in present,

Though less than yours in past, must o'er-top yours.

END.

T. C. iii. 3.

The long day's task is done,

And we must sleep.

A.C. iv. 12.

(THE) CROWNS THE MEANS.

Near, or far off, well won is still well shot.

K. J. i. 1.

The end crowns all;

And that old common arbitrator, Time,"

Will one day end it.

T.C. iv. 5.

ENDLESS.

What will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

ENEMIES.

You have many enemies, that know not
Why they are so; but, like to village curs,
Bark when their fellows do.

M. iv. 1.

H. VIII. ii. 4.

If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb? H.V. iv. 1.

ENGLAND (See also BRITAIN).

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise;

This fortress built by nature for herself,
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world;
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happy lands;

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
(For Christian service, and true chivalry,)
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son:
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,)
Like to a tenement, or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds;
That England that was wont to conquer others,
Has made a shameful conquest of itself.

Our sea-wall'd garden, the whole land,
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all un-prun'd, her hedges ruin'd,
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars.

R. II. ii. 1.

R. II. iii. 4.

I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders;
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king.

This England never did, (nor never shall)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.

K. J. ii. 1.

ENGLAND,-continued.

* * * * Nought shall make us rue
If England to herself do rest but true.

O England, model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,-

K. J. v. 7.

What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault!

H.V. ii. chorus.

O nation, that thou could'st remove!
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
And grapple thee unto a pagan shore.

-'s DEFENCE.

Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps, only, defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.

ENGLISH, THE.

K. J. v. 2.

H. VI. PT. III. iv. 1.

Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts!
H. VIII. iii. 1.

The men do sympathize with the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives; and then give them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils.

WRANGLERS.

H.V. iii. 7.

Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon. H.V. iv. 1.

ENJOYMENT, FREQUENCY OF, DIMINISHES PLEASURE.

The nightingale in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days;
Not that the summer is more pleasant now

Then when his mournful hymns did hush the night;
But that wild music burdens every bough,

And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

ENLARGEMENT.

Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow room. ENMITY.

Poems.

K. J. v. 7.

If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.

A. Y. i. 2.