Imatges de pÓgina


Vaporous night approaches.
Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fore-done.
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run,

By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he shall make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :-
Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants empty of all thought.

M. M. iv. 1.

M. N. v. 2.


Hark! peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man,
Which gives the stern'st good night.

R. J. iii. 2.

M. N. v. 1.

T. C. iv. 2.

Beshrew the witch: with venomous wights she stays,
As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love,
With wings more momentary-swift than thought. T. C. iv. 2
Pitchy night.
A. W. iv. 4.

'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to the world.

H. iii. 1.

The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl.
H. VI. PT. II. i. 4.

M. ii. 2.


Come, civil night,

Thou sober-suited matron, all in black.


And to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. NOBILITY.

O, that your young nobility could judge,
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!

T.G. v. 4.

He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical: a great man, I'll warrant. W.T. iv. 3.


R. J. iii. 2.

They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them;
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

R. III. i. 3.

good nose is requisite, to smell out work for the other W.T. iv. 3.


All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking.

K. L. ii. 4. Fool.-Can'st tell, why one's nose stands i' the middle of his face?


Fool.-Why, to keep his eyes on either side his nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into. K.L. i. 5.

There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance.

H.VIII. v. 3.

M. W. i. 1.


I will make a prief of it in my note book.

That all, with one consent, praise new born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past;
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

The present eye praises the present object.

New customs,

Question your desires;
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,

T.C. iii. 3.

Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. H. VIII. i. 3.



Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun;
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chaunting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted;
By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a saint.

The unwedgeable and gnarled oak.

I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks.


M. N. i. 1.

M. M. i. 5.

M.M. ii. 2.

J.C. i. 3.


Under an oak whose boughs were moss'd with age,
And high top bald with dry antiquity.

A. Y. iv. 3.

OATHS (See also LOVERS' Vows).

No, not an oath: If not the face of men,
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,―
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;

So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery: But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen,
What need we any spur, but our own cause,
To prick us to redress? what other bond,
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter? and what other oath
Than honesty to honesty engag'd,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprise.

OATHS, continued.

Nor the unsuppressive metal of our spirits,
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance,
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood,
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
If he do break the smallest particle
Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth;
But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

J.C. ii. 1.

A. W. iv. 2.

Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; and, As sure as day; And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury. Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, a good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth, and such protest of pepper gingerbread, to velvetguards, and Sunday citizens. H. IV. PT. I. iii. 1.

Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
Not of that die which their investments show,
But mere implorators of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
The better to beguile.

H.V. ii. 3.

Myself, myself confound!
Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor night, thy rest!
Be opposite, all planets of good luck,

To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter. R. III. iv. 4.
An oath, an oath; I have an oath in heaven:

Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?

No, not for Venice.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath ;
Who shuns not to break one, will sure crack both.

M. V. iv. 1.

P. P. i. 2.

Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your name,
That his own hand may strike his honour down,
That violates the smallest branch herein.

H. i. 3.

L. L. i. 1.

Come, swear it, damn thyself,
Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves


Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damn'd,
Swear-thou art honest.

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the blood; be more abstemious,
Or else good night your vow.

Thou see'st that all the grace that she hath left,
Is that she will not add to her damnation

A sin of perjury. She not denies it.

It is a great sin, to swear unto a sin;
But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.
Who can be bound by any solemn vow
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
To 'reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wrong the widow from her custom'd right;
And have no other reason for this wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

0. iv. 2.

R. J. ii. 2.

M. A. iv. 1.

I have no cunning in protestation; only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. H.V. v. 2.

He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them, he is stronger than Hercules. A. W. iv. 3.

By all pretty oaths that are not dangerous. OBJECT.

A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye.

T. iv. 1.

H.VI. PT. II. v. 1.

By mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let
A. Y. i. 2.

In the swallowing gulf
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.
And all the clouds that lowr'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

me turn monster.

But if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more was the knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any.

A. Y. i. 2. A. Y. iv. 1.

H. i. 1.


Now he thanks the old shepherd, which stands by, like a weather-bitten conduit of many kings' reigns.

W. T. v. 2.


R. III. iii. 7.

R. III. i. 1.

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