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O, they have lived long in the alms-basket of words.
L. L. v.1.
Let not his smoorking words
Bewitch your hearts; be wine, and circumspect.
H. VI. PT. 11. i. 1.
Brutus.—Sir, I hope,
My words disbench'd you not.
Coriolanus.-No, Sir; pet oft,
When blows have wadu me stay, I fled from words. C. ii. 2. WORDS, MERETRICIOUS A POSE OF.
They that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton.
T. N. ii. 1. WORLD.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women, merely players :
They have their exits and their entrances ;
And one man in hus time plays many parts,
His acts beidz seven ages. At first, the infant;
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
Aud then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping, like snail,
Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover;
Sighiag like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Ev'n in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice ;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in the sound: Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
A.Y. ii. 7.
Under the canopy.
C. iv. 5.
The varying shore o' the world.
A.C. iv. 13.
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woful pageants, than the scene
Wherein we play.
A.Y. ii. 7.
O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise
Are still together: who twin, as 'twere, in love,
Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a dissention of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
And interjoin their issues.
C. iv. 4. A bad world, I say! I would, I were a weaver; I could sing all manner of songs.
H. IV, PT. 1. ii. 4.
How you speak !
Did you but know the city's usuries,
And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court,
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb
Is certain falling; or so slippery, that
The fear's as bad as falling the toil of the war,
A pain that only seems to seek out danger
I' the name of fame, and honour, which dies i’ the search;
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
Must court’sey at the censure :-0, boys, this story,
The world may read in me.
Cym. iii. 3.
A man may see how this world
goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears : See how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handy. dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? K. L. iv. 6 It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord.
R. III. iï. 2.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.
M. V. i. 1. Fie, fie, fie! Pah, pah! Give me an ounce of ciret, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee.
K. L. iv. 6.
O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
Shall so wear out to nought.
K. L. iv: 6.
Come, let's away to prison :
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage :
When thou dost ask my blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out;-
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies : And we'll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.
K. L. v. 3
Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit:
No more can you distinguish of a man,
Than of his outward show, which, God he knows,
Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. R. III. ii. 1.
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm,
Is often laudable: to do good, sometimes
Accounted dangerous folly.
M. iv, 2.
You have too much respect upon the world :
They lose it that do buy it with much care. M.V.i. 1.
I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world. K. J. iv. 3.
Men's evil manners live in brass : their virtues
We write in water.
H. VIII. iv. 2.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones. J.C. iii. 2. WORMS.
Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us; and we fat ourselves for maggots : your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end.
H. iv. 3. A man may fish with a worm that eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
i iv. 3. WORST.
U gods! who is't can say, I'm at the worst
I am worse than e'er I was.
K. L iv. 1.
The worst is not,
So long as we can say,—This is the worst. K. L. iv. 1
The private wound is deepest.
A discontented friend, grief-shot
With his unkindness.
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.
K. L. iv. 2
O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion in him? Tit. And. iv. 1.
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong.
H.IV. PT. I. iv. 3
And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not;
· For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
H.V. iii. 1.
A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace.
L. L. iii. 1. He capers, he dances, he has the eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons ; he will carry't.
M.W. iii. 2.
A violet in the youth of primy nature.
H. i. 3.
She is young, and apt;
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.
T. A. i. 1.
Young blood doth not obey an old decree. L. L. iv. 3
For in her youth
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Such as moves men; besides, she hath prosperous art
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade.
M. M. i. 3.
Briefly die their joys,
That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Cym. v. 5
We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
A proper stripling, and an amorous !
T. S. i. 2. YOUTH, MELANCHOLY.
Ile hears merry tales, and smiles not: I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being 80 full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. M.V. i. 2.
When his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together;
0, with what wings shall his affections ily
Towards fronting peril and oppos’d decay.
H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.
I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.
T. N. i. 5. ZEAL Disregarded.
To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars,
My soul the faithfull’st offerings hath breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd.
T. N. v. 1.
Thou unnecessary letter!
K. L.ü. 2.