SADNESS,-continued.

I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,

Mingle their spurs together.

Cym. iv. 2.

There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

SAGACITY.

M.A. i. 3.

This learned constable is too cunning to be understood.

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,

Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round.

CLERICAL.

Jove bless thee, master parson.

MILITARY.

Most military Sir, salutation.

SARCASMS.

0. ii. 1.

T.N. iv. 2.

L. L. v. 1.

She speaks poignards, and every word stabs; if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect the north star.

SATIETY.

They surfeited with honey, and began

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little

M.A. ii. 1.

More than a little is by much too much. H. IV. PT. 1. iii. 2.
Who rises from a feast

With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with th' unabated fire

That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly,

M. V. ii. 6.

To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont,
To keep obliged faith unforfeited.

The food that to him now is as luscious as
be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.

SATIRE.

Satire, keen and critical.

Wit larded with malice.

M. V. ii. 6. locusts, shall 0. i. 3.

M. N. v. 1.

T.C. v.1

SATIRE,-continued.

I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please; for so fools have;
And they that are most galled with my folly,

They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church;

He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart, 1
Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomis'd
Ev'n by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
SATIRIST.

The world's large tongue,
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
Full of comparison and wounding flouts;
Which you on all estates will execute,
That lie within the mercy of your wit.

A. F. ii. 7.

L. L. v. 2.

A very dull fool; his only gift is in devising impossible slanders; none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy; for he both pleases men, and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him.

SAVAGE.

Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preached.

SCHEMER.

What impossible matter will he make easy next?
I am not so nice

To change true rules for odd inventions.

SCHOLAR.

Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. SCHOOLBOY SIMPLICITY.

M. A. ii. 1.

T. N. iv. 1.

T. ii. 1.

T. S. iii. 1.

H. i. 1.

The flat transgression of a schoolboy; who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shows it to his companion, and he steals it. M. A. ii. 1.

SCHOOLMASTER.

Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishion ers; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you; you are a good member of the commonwealth. L. L. iv. 2.

SCOLD.

Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

SCOLD,-continued.

Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an hungry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in pitched battles heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

SCORN.

You speak of the people, as if you were a god,
To punish; not a man of their infirmity.
You are not worth another word, else I'd call

O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!

Scorn at first, makes after love the more.
I will not do't:
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.

SCULPTURE.

T. S. i. 2

C. iii. 1. you knave. A. W. ii. 3.

H.VI. PT. II. iv. 1.
T. G. iii. 1.

C. iii. 2.

He so near to Hermione hath done Hermione, that, they say, one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer.

There is an air comes from her: what fine chizzel

W. T. v. 2.

Still, methinks,

Could ever yet cut breath.

W. T. v. 3.

SEA.

The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven.

M. V. ii. 6.

BED OF THE.

Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd on the bottom of the sea.

Some lay in dead men's sculls; and, in 'those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

And mock'd the dead-bones that lay scatter'd by.

R. III. i. 4.

SEA, PERILS OF THE (See also SHIPWRECK).

Our hint of woe

Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe.

SEASONS.

The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.

SEASON.

Every time

Serves for the matter that is then born in it.
SEASONABLE.

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended; and, I think,

T. ii. 1.

M. N. ii. 2.

A. C. ii. 2.

The nightingale, if she should sing by day,

When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.

How many things by season season'd are,
To their right praise, and true perfection.

M.V. v. 1.

SECLUSION.

If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
Lo, Cæsar is afraid?

J.C. ii. 2.

SECRECY.

Stall this in your bosom.

A. W. i. 3.

M. iii. 1.

Masking the business from the common eye.

When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am
of it.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

'Tis in my memory lock'd,

And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Thou wilt not trust the air with secrets.
Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.

I know you wise; but yet no further wise,
Than Harry Percy's wife; constant you are;

the grave A. W. iv. 3.

H. i. 2.

H. i. 3.

Tit. And. iv. 2.

H. iii. 4.

SECRECY,-continued.

But yet a woman: and for secrecy,

No lady closer; for I well believe,

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.

This secret is so weighty, 'twill require
A strong faith to conceal it.

Two may keep counsel, putting one away.
A juggling trick to be secretly open.

SECURITY.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad and general as the casing air.
Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure,
And take a bond of fate.

H. i. 5.

H.V. III. ii. 1.

R. J. ii. 4.
T. C. v. 2.

M. iii. 4.

M.V. ii. 5.

M. iv. 1.

I look'd he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me,-security. H.IV. PT. II.i. 2.

A rascally, yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! H. ÏV. PT. II. i. 2.

SEDITION.

Here do we make his friends

Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
About their functions friendly.

These things, indeed, you have articulated,
Proclaim'd at market crosses, read in churches;
To face the garment of rebellion

With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hurly-burly innovation:

And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time,
Of pell-mell havoc and confusion.

C. iv. 6.

H. IV. PT. L. v. 1.