GOLD (See also MONEY).
Saint-seducing gold.

O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,

That solder'st close impossibilities,

R. J. i. 1.

And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,
To every purpose!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

T. A. iv. 3.

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry;

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up

The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises;
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower,
The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs are pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,

Are murder'd for our pains.

And 'tis gold

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief;
Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man: what
Can it not do, and undo?

Cym. ii. 3.

Thus much of this, will make black white; foul, fair;
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant.
Ha, ye gods! Why this? What, this, you gods? Why this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides;
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
This yellow slave

Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench: this is it,
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spital house, and ulcerous sores,
Would cast the gorge at; this embalms and spices
To the April day again.

T. A. iv. 3.

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.

R. J. v. 1.

GOLD,-continued.

See, sons,-what things you are!
How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her object.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Would tempt into a close exploit of death?

I know a discontented gentleman,
Whose humble means match not his haughty
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.
O thou touch of hearts!

GOOD MAN, COMMERCIAL Definition of a.

R. III. iv. 2.

mind:

R. III. iv. 2.
T. A. iv. 3.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me, he is sufficient.

GOOD MANNERS.

When good manners shall lie all in one or hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing.

GOODNESS TO BE ALWAYS PREFERRED.

M.V. I. 3.

two men's

R. J. i. 5.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. M. iv. 3.

GOOD THINGS.

Well, I cannot last for ever: But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If you will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. H. IV. PT. II. i. 2.

GOOD WOMEN.

One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out ere he pluck one.

GOOD WORKS.

How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

GORMANDIZING.

A. W. i. 3.

M.V. v. i.

Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. L. L. i. 1.
Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace:
Leave gormandizing.

Thou shalt not gormandize,

As thou has done with me:

H. IV. PT. II. v. 5.

M. V. ii. 5.

And sleep, and snore, and rend apparel out.

GRANDAM.

A grandam's name is little less in love,
Than is the doating title of a mother;
They are as children, but one step below;
Even of your mettle, of your very blood.
GRATITUDE.

I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Which I did store to be my foster murse,
When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;

Take that and He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to mine age.

R. III. iv. 4.

A. Y. ii. 3.

Cym. iii. 5.

Thou canst not in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine.

Kind gentleman, your pains

Are register'd, where every day I turn

The leaf to read them.

Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.

Would thou had'st less deserv'd;

M. i. 3.

H.VI. PT. II. ii. 1.

That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine!

GRAVE.

Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,

Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.

M. i. 4.

Tit. And. i. 2.

H.V. ii. 1.

The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.

Let us

Find out the prettiest daisied spot we can,
And make him, with our pikes and partizans,
A grave.

GRAVE-STONE.

And let my grave-stone be your oracle.

GRAVITATION.

Cym. iv. 2.

T. A. v. 3.

And you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down.

GRAVITY, AFFECTED.

There are a sort of men, whose visages

Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond;

M. W. iii. 5.

GRAVITY, AFFECTED,-continued.
And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;
As who should say, am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

GREATNESS (See also KINGS, AUTHORITY).
Some are born great:-some achieve
have greatness thrust upon them.

Rightly to be great,

Is, not to stir without great argument;
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake.

M. V. i. 1.

greatness;-some

T. N. iii. 4.

H. iv. 4.

A. C. iii. 2.

Would you praise Cæsar, say,-Cæsar; go no further.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
Like a Colossus; and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about,

To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

J.C. i. 2.

This man

Is now become a god; and Cassius is

A wretched creature, and must bend his body,

If Cæsar carelessly but nod at him.

J.C. i. 2.

The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins

Remorse from power.

J.C. ii. 1.

Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them;
But, in the less, foul profanation.

M. M. ii. 2.

That, in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

GREETING (See also SALUTATION).

A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,

And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Welcome:
A curse begin at very root of his heart,

That is not glad to see thee!

C. ii. 1.

H.V. iv. 1.

The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully.

H.V. iv. 1.

Why have you stolen upon us thus! You come not
Like Cæsar's sister; the wife of Antony
Should have an army for an usher, and
The neighs of horse to tell of her approach,
Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way,
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust

GREETING,-continued.
Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
Rais'd by your populous troops: But you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
Is often left unlov'd: we should have met you
By sea, and land; supplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.

SIMPLE.

Trust me, sweet,

Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty

I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

GRIEF (See also LAMENTATION, SORROW, TEARS).

Men

A. C. iii. 6.

M. N. v. 1.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness with a silken thread,
Charm ache with air, and agony with words.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under a load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel;
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended,
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,

Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

M. A. v. 1.

What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.

The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief:

He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.

Why tell you me of moderation?

The grief is fine, full, perfect, which I taste,

And no less in a sense as strong

As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it?

If I could temporize with my affection,

Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,

O. i. 3.

M. iv. 3.