This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstacy
Is very cunning in.

PHILOSOPHY. PHILOSOPHERS.

C. iii. 1.

H. iii. 4.

R.J. iii. 3.

L. L. i. 1.

J.C. iv. 3.

Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,

That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger,

To sound what stop she please.

Hang up philosophy!

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
Aud made a pish at chance and sufferance
O, cry you mercy,

Noble philosopher, your company.
First, let me talk with this philosopher :-
What is the cause of thunder?

PRETENDED.

H.iii. 2.

R. J. iii. 3.

M. A. v. 1.

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. iii. 4.

We make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.

We have our philosophical persons, to make familiar things, supernatural and causeless.

PHRASES.

A. W. ii. 3.

modern and A. W. ii. 3.

Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable.
H. IV. PT. II. iii. 4.

The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this?

M.W. i. 1

PHYSIC.

M. v. 3.

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.
STATE.

If thou could'st, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,

That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say-
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence.

PHYSICIAN.

M. v. 3.

Whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, 'twould have made Nature immortal, and Death should have played for lack of work.

PHYSIOGNOMY.

There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An infinite trust.

PICTURE.

A. W. i. 1.

Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture.

M. i. 1.

T. C. iii. 2.

T. N. i. 5.

But we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture.

PILGRIMAGE.

Which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished.

PIPING (See also TooL).

A. W. iv. 3.

Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. H. iii. 2.

Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played upon than a pipe?

PIRATES' PIETY.

H. iii. 2.

Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table:-Thou shalt not steal. M. M. i. 2.

PITY.

Those that can pity, here

May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it.

But if there be

H.VIII. prologue

Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity,
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.

If ever you have look'd on better days;

Cym. iv. 2

M. i. 7.

H. VIII. ii. 3.

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church
If ever sat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.
A begging prince what beggar pities not?

A. Y. ii. 7.

R. III. i. 4.

Had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
And barbarism itself have pitied him.

If thou tell'st this heavy story right,

Upon my soul the hearers will shed tears;
Yea, even my foes will shed fast falling tears,

R. II. v. 2

And say,-Alas, it was a piteous deed! H. VI. PT. III. i. 4.

I show it most of all when I show justice;

For then I pity those I do not know,

Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;

And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong

Lives not to act another.

M. M. ii. 2.

Pity's sleeping:

Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!

But, I perceive,

Men must learn now with pity to dispense;

For policy sits above conscience.

The dint of pity.

Tear-falling pity.

T. A. iv. 3.

T. A. iii. 2.

J.C. iii. 2.

R. III. iv. 2.

Cym 1.7.

O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
With pity, that doth make me sick.

PLACE AND Greatness.

O place and greatness, millions of false eyes
Are struck upon thee! volumes of report

Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings! thousand 'scapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams,
And rack thee in their fancies!

PLANETARY INFLUENCE.

M.M. iv. 1.

This is the excellent foppery of the world; that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: An admirable evasion of man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,

Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

Is there no play,

To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Shall's have a play of this?

What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor.

The play's the thing,

Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

K. L. i. 2.

A. W. i. 1.

J.C. i. 2.

T. S. IND. 2.

M. N. v. 1.
Cym. v.5.

M. N. iii. 1.

H. ii. 2.

Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time: After your death, you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. H. î. 2.

The players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. H. iii. 2.

PLEA.

Since what I am to say, must be but that
Which contradicts my accusation; and
The testimony on my part, no other

But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me
To say,-Not Guilty:-mine integrity

Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,
Be so receiv'd. But thus, if powers divine
Behold our human actions (as they do)

I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience.

PLEASURE AND REVENGE, RECKLESSNESS OF.

Pleasure, and revenge,

W.T. iii. 2.

Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Of any true decision.

T. C. ii. 2.

J.C. iv. 3.

PLEDGE.

My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.

PLODDING.

Why, universal plodding prisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries;
As motion, and long-during action, tires
The sinewy vigour of the traveller.

PLOT.

L. L. iv. 3.

By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good friends. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

Who cannot be crush'd with a plot!

So so; these are the limbs of the plot.

PLUNDERERS.

Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out

A. W. iv. 3.

H.VIII. i. 1.

In sharing that which you have pill'd from me. R. III. i. 3.

POETRY. POET (See also BALLAD-MONGER, RHYMSTER).

Our poesy is a gum, which oozes

From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i'the flint

Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chafes.

Own'st thou the heavenly influence of the muse,
Spend not thy fury on some worthless song;
Dark'ning thy power to lend base subjects light.

T. A. i. 1.

Poems.