FRIEND,-continued.

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,

If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.

O let me twine

Here I clip

Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd the moon with splinters!
The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour.

Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love.

By heaven, I cannot flatter! I defy
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself;
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

O. iii. 3

C. iv. 5.

M. A. ii. 1.

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1.

Brutus hath riv'd my heart:
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies.

That we have been familiar,

Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather

Than pity note how much.

Now do I play the touch,

To try if thou be current gold indeed.

COOLING.

I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
And show of love, as I was wont to have:

You bear too stubborn, and too strange a hand,
Over your friend that loves you.

Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,

When love begins to sicken and decay,

It useth an enforced ceremony.

Mere fetches:

The images of revolt and flying off.

FRIENDSHIP ASSIMILATES FRIENDS.

For in companions

That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,

J. C. iv. 3.

J. C. v. 4.

C. v. 2.

R. III. iv. 2.

J. C. i. 2.

J. C. iv. 2.

K. L. ii. 4.

FRIENDSHIP ASSIMILATES FRIENDS,-continued.

There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit. FRIGIDITY (See also COLDNESS).

What a frosty-spirited rogue is this!
FROWN.

He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes.

FUNERAL RITES.

Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd

M.V. iii. 4.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

H. VIII. ii. 2

As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'er-sways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd
Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers,

Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her;
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin rites,

Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell, and burial.

Let it be so, and let Andronicus

Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps.

TEARS.

Though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

H v. 1.

Tit. And. i. 2

R. J. iv. 5

Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeas'd,
That you take with unthankfulness his doing;
In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful,
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,

H. iv. 7

Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent. R. III. ii. 2

FURY.

O, I warrant, how he mammock'd it!

Let me speak; and let me rail so high,

That the false housewife, Fortune, break her wheel,

Provok'd by my offence.

I understand a fury in your words,

But not the words.

FUTURITY.

O that a man might know

The end of this day's business, ere it'come!

C. i. 3

A. C. iv. 13

0. iv. 2.

J. C. v. 1.

GAIETY.

ரு.

See, where she comes, apparell'd like the spring. P. P. i. 1. Flora, peering in April's front.

GALLANTS.

Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Travell'd gallants

W.T. iv. 3.

That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.

GENTLEMAN.

I'll be sworn thou art;

L. L. v. 2.

H. VIII. i. 3.

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon.

T. N. i. 4. A gentleman born, master parson, who writes himself armigero; on any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero.

M. W. i. 1.

GENTLEMEN.

We are gentlemen,

That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,

Envy the great, nor do the low despise.

GEOGRAPHY.

P.P. ii. 3.

Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads. M.V. i. 1.

GHOST (See also APPARITIONS, SPIRITS, Terror, GUILT).
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,

And our vain blows malicious mockery.

H. i. 1.

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

Angels, and ministers of grace, defend us!

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,

That I will speak to thee.

But, soft: behold! lo where it comes again!

H. i. 4.

I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use a voice,

Speak to me.

H.i. 1.

What may this mean,

That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

Making night hideous; and we, fools of nature,
So horridly to shake our disposition,

GHOST,-continued.

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

Say, why is this?"

My hour is almost come,

When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames

H. i. 4.

Must render up myself.

H. i. 5.

O, answer me:

Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell,

Why thy canoniz'd bones, hears'd in death,

Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,

Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,

To cast thee up again.

H. i. 4.

Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too,—

If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send

Those that we bury, back, our monuments

Shall be the maws of kites.

M. iii. 4.

The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me

Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;

And, this last night, here in Philippi fields.
I know, my hour is come.

J.C. v. 5.

GIFTS (See also LOVE TOKENS).

Well, God give them wisdom that have it: and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.

Gifts then seem

Most precious, when the giver we esteem.

T. N. i. 5.

L. L. iv. 1.

Poems.

Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

More quick than words, do move a woman's mind.

T.G. iii. 1.

She prizes not such trifles as these are:

The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,

But not deliver❜d.

W.T. iv. 3.

Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts.

M. W. i. 1.

I am not in the giving vein to day.

R. III. iv. 2.

GLORY.

Glory is like a circle in the water,

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

"Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.

H.VI. PT. I. i. 2.

GOLD (See also MONEY).
Saint-seducing gold.

O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
"Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,

That solder'st close impossibilities,

R. J. i. L

And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

T. A. iv. 3.

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry;

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower,
The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs are pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,

Are murder'd for our pains.

And 'tis gold

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief;
Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man: what
Can it not do, and undo?

Cym. ii. 3.

Thus much of this, will make black white; foul, fair;
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant.
Ha, ye gods! Why this? What, this, you gods? Why this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides;
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
This yellow slave

Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench: this is it,
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spital house, and ulcerous sores,
Would cast the gorge at; this embalms and spices
To the April day again.

T. A. iv. 3.

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.

R. J. v. L