Mr. Shdn. coida That ftrain again! it had a dying fall; O! it came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets Winter's Tale. His eye begets occafion for his wit; Love's Labour Loft, Act I. Mr. T. Stor-r. Three fiends have been in poor Tom at once, of luft as Obedient! Mabu! of ftealing, and Flippertigibbet of mopping and mowing, who fince poffeffes chambermaids and waiting women. He nimbly capers in a lady's chamber To the lafcivious pleafing of a lute. Lear. Rich. III. A& I. Mr. Hans S You are most bound to the king Who lets go by no 'vantages, that may Prefer you; frame yourself To orderly folicits, that you in all obey; Mr. Mr. S-1-11. -The world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks, Love's Lab. Loft, Act V. Mr. S- -kes. I know you're now, Sir, a gentleman born, It is certain I am lov'd of all ladies, only you excepted. Much Ado, A& II. Sir Fn Sk ner. Shall I never live to fee a batchelor of threescore again go to i'faith, and thou will needs thruft thy head into a yoke; wear the print of it, and figh away Sundays. Much Ado. I. Lord Tem-le. -Now banifh'd Kent, If thou canft ferve where thou doft ftand con demn'd, So may it come, thy mafter whom thou lov'ft, Shall find thee full of labours. Lear, A&I. E Art thou any more than a Steward? Doft thou think, because thou art virtuous, there fhould be no more cakes and ale ? Twelfth Night, A& II. Lady T-t. Bring forth men children only! For thy undaunted metal should compofe Nothing but males. Macbeth, A&t I. Lady Dow. Townsd. She shall be buried with her face upward. Lord Townf-d. Much Ado. I was driven on by my flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and indeed I did marry, that I might repent! All's Well. And I have not forgotten what the infide of a church is made of-I am a pepper-corn- ---a brewer's horfe!-The infide of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the fpoil of me. Hen. IV. Part I. Act III. Our general's eyes That o'er the files and mufters of the war Have Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a lady's front. Anthony and Cleopatra, A& I. Yet mine eyes Were not in fault, for fhe was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery, nor my heart That thought her like her feeming. It had been vicious To have miftrufted her. Lady T-nf-d. Cymb. A& V. Alas! what would the wretched Edgar with The more unfortunate Cordelia? Who, in obedience to a father's will, Flies from her Edgar's arms to Burgundy! Lord T-1. King Lear, A&t I. -Oh, the curfe of marriage! That we can call those delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapours of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For other's ufe! Othello, A&t III. Lady Dory T-fon. I would my horfe had the speed of your tongue, and fo good a continuer ! Much Ado, A& 1. Earl Lady B. Tche. olma But who dare tell her fo? She'd mock me into air! O, fhe would laugh me out of myself! press me to death with wit! Much Ado, A& III. Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life, King Richard III. A&I. Poor honeft lord, brought low by his own heart, Earl T-p-e. Is your blood So madly hot that no discourse of reason, Can qualify the fame ? |