Though we lay these honours on this man Or led or driven as we point the way. Julius Cæfar, A& IV. To fee him fhine fo brifk, and fmell fo fweet, Of guns, and drums, and wounds. Henry IV. A&t I. Light vanity, (infatiate cormorant) confuming means, foon preys upon itself! Richard II. Lady Cle. artis The morn of Rome, chafte as the icicle, That's curdled by the froft from pureft ftream, And hangs on Dian's temple. Lady Carm-12. Coriolanus. arthe Two of the fairest ftars of all the heaven, Lord Be heedful, youth, and see you stop by times, And lafting penitence. Rom. and ful. A& II Thank the heavens, Lord, thou art of sweet com pofure; Fam'd be thy mighty parts of nature, Thrice fam'd beyond all erudition. Troilus and Creffida, A& II. Propinquity and property of blood, Hold thee my son for ever! Lord C Lear, A&I. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than for haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too! All's Well, A& I. The gentleman is learned; a moft rare speaker, To nature none more bound; his training fuch, That he may furnish and inftru& great teachers, And never feek for aid out of himself. Henry VIII. A& I. When he fpeaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is ftill, And And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, Can my fides hold, to think that man who knows What woman is, yea, what she cannot chufe to be, Will his free hours languish out, For affured bondage? Lord T. P. Cl-ton. Cymb. A&t II. What is pour quoi? do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting! O had I but followed the arts! Twelfth Night, A& I. Lord C-f-d. He ufes his folly like a ftalking horfe, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. As You Like It, A& V. General Cy. Confider this, he hath been bred i'th' wars, fince he could draw a fword, and is ill-fchool'd in boasted languages; meal, and bran together he throws without distinction. Conftance, A&t III. Sce. 4. This man has marr'd his fortune; His nature is too noble for the world; He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove, for's power to thunder his heart's his Sir C. C-tt-l Dr. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes; believe me, an abfolute gentleman, full of moft excellent differences, of very soft society and great fhew; the very card and calendar of gentry. Sir T. Cl-5. агва Hamlet. You'll be fo lean the blafts of January will blow you through and through. Winter's Tale. Lady Ann Cov-3. ess- tr Oh! fhe did fo courfe o'er my exteriors with fuch a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did feem to scorch like a burning glass. Merry Wives, A&t I.. Lady C-ke. A lady fo fair to be partner'd With Tomboys!-Be reveng'd, Or fhe that bore you was no queen, Under your patience Cymb. A& II. 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning: Jove fhield your husband from your hounds to-day; 'Tis pity they should take him for a ftag. Titus Adron. A& II, Lady Al— Car-r. hente -Titled goddess! And worth it with addition; but fair foul, In your fond frame hath love no quality? If If the quick fire of youth light not your mind, All's Well, A& III. Sir W. Cun -m. ing-ha If I do not wonder how thou dareft venture to be drunk (not being a tall fellow) trust me not! Lady Aug Winter's Tale. Cam-l. Tempests themselves, high feas, and howling winds, As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting soft go by The divine Desdemona! Lady Crofie. -Here, afore heaven, Othello, A& II. I ratify this my rich gift, O Ferdinand! For thou fhalt find, the will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind. Tempeft, A&II. 11-16= Sir Rob. C-18. Methinks I have no more wit than a Chriftian, or an ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit. Twelfth Night, A&I. |