WIT,-continued.

Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree. L. L. ii. 1.

None are so surely caught when they are catch'd,
As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school;
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
As foolery in the wise when wit doth dote;
Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

Are these the breed of wits so wondered at?

Thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides, and left the middle.

His wit is as thick as Tewkesbury mustard.

L. L. v. 2.

L. L. v. 2.

L. L. v. 2. nothing in K. L. 1. 4.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 4.

Hector shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of your brains; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.

Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?

T.C. ii. 1.

0. iv. 1.

See now, how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employment.

Well, better wits have worn plain statute caps.

M.W. v. 5.

L. L. v. 2

When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded by the forward child, understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little

room.

A.Y. iii. 3

God help me! how long have you profess'd apprehension?
M. A. iii. 4.

He'll but break a comparison or two on me; which, per-
adventure, not marked, or not laughed at, strikes him into
melancholy; and then there's a partridge's wing saved, for
the fool will eat no supper that night.
M. A. ii. 1.

AN UNCONSCIOUS.

Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. 4. Y. ii. 4.

WIT, REFLECTIONS ON THE SCULl of a,

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite

WIT, REFLECTIONS ON THE SCULL OF A,-continued.

chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell
her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.
H. v. 1.

WOMEN'S.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole: stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.

WITLING.

4. Y. iv. 1.

Tit. And. ii. 1.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons, pease ;
And utters it again when God doth please:
He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares
At wakes, and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs;
And we that sell by the gross, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
WITCHES.

What are these,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,

L. L. v. 2.

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying

Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

I conjure you, by that which you profess,
(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me:
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;

M. i. 3.

Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warder's heads;

Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope

Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germins tumble altogether,

Ev'n till destruction sicken,

To what I ask.

WITHDRAWING.

-answer me

So to your pleasures;

am for other than for dancing measures.

M. iv. 1.

A.Y. v.4.

WOE.

O, what a sympathy of woe is this!
As far from help as limbo is from bliss!

WOLSEY, CARDINAL.

Tit. And. iii. 1.

You are meek and humble mouth'd;
You sign your place, and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility: but your heart

Is cramn'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.
You have, by fortune, and his highness' favours,
Gone slightly o'er low steps; and now are mounted,
Where powers are your retainers; and your words
(Domestics to you) serve your will, as't please
Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you,
You tender more your person's honour, than
Your high profession spiritual.

He was a man

H. VIII. ii. 4.

Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes: one, that by suggestion
Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair play;
His own opinion was his law: I' the presence
He would say untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning: He was never
(But where he meant to ruin) pitful:

His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.

This cardinal,

H.VIII iv.2

Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle

He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading:
Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer:
And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
(Which was a sin,) yet, in bestowing, Madam,
He was most princely. Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich, and Oxford: one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it.
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little :

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WOLSEY, continued.

And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died,
Fearing God.

When maidens sue

H. VIII. iv. 2.

J. C. ii. 4.

Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel,

All their petitions are as freely theirs

As they themselves would have them.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do;

M. M. i. 5.

We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

Women are not

M. N. ii. 2.

In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er touch'd vestal.j

These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.

O most delicate fiend!

Who is't can read a woman?

A. C. iii. 10.

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

Cym. v. 5.

H. VI. PT. 1. v. 3.

She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd:
She is a woman; therefore to be won.

Come on, come on: You are pictures out of doors,
Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens,
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended,

Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty,
Will deign to dip or touch one drop of it.

O. ii. 1.

T. S. v. 2.

Can my sides hold, to think, that man,—who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,

What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be,-will his free hours languish for

Assured bondage?

Cym. i. 7.

The bountiful blind woman [Fortune] doth most mistake in her gifts to women. For those that she makes fair, she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honest, she makes very ill-favouredly. A. Y. i. 2.

WOMAN,—continued.

Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind.

That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites!

GENERAL INVECTIVE AGAINST.

Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half workers? We are bastards all:
And that most venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where
When I was stampt; some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time: so doth my wife

The nonpareil of this. O vengeance! vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,

And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with

A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't

T. C. v. 2.

O. iii. 3.

Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her
As chaste as unsunn'd snow: 0, all the devils !

Could I find out

The woman's part in me! For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm

It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longings, slanders, mutability:

All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all :-
For even to vice

They are not constant, but are changing still
One vice, but of a minute old, for one

Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
Detest them, curse them :-Yet 'tis greater skill,
In a true hate, to pray they have their will:
The very devils cannot plague them better.

WONDER.

Masters, I am to discourse wonders.

They spake not a word;

But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones,

Cym. ii. 5.

M. N. iv. 2.

Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. R. III. iii. 7.

Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange,
Even to the disposition that I owe,