REPROACH,-continued. And hang a calf-skin on those recreant limbs! K. J. iii. 1. REPROOF. Madam, I have a touch of your condition REPROOF ILL-TIMED. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, REPUGNANCE. No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose I'll never see't; for, I am sure, my nails REPULSE. I have said too much unto a heart of stone, What! Michael Cassio, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, REPUTATION (See also HONOUR). Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: R. III. iv. 4. T. ii. 1. K. L. ii. 4. A. C. v. 2. T. N. iii. 4. O. iii. 3. Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. The bubble reputation. The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted, and your name is great O. iii. 3. A. Y. ii. 7. O. ii. 3. REPUTATION,-continued. I see, my reputation is at stake; M. W. iii. 3. T.C. iii. 3. These wise men that give fools money, get themselves a good report, after fourteen years' purchase. T. N. iv. 1. O. ii. 3. O, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part, Sir, of myself; and what remains is bestial. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; without merit, and lost without deserving. oft got O. ii. 3. A. C. iii. 9. I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. REQUEST, UNSEASONABLE. Thou troublest me, I'm not i'the vein. RESEMBLANCE. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, H. IV. PT. I. i. 2. R. III. iv. 2. Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts RESERVE. Thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes. She puts her tongue a little in her heart, RESIGNATION. O, you mighty gods! This world I do renounce; and in your sights, If I could bear it longer, and not fall To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, My snuff, and loathed parts of nature, should Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubborness of fortune O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, A. W. i. 2. R. III. iv. 2. O. ii. 1. K. L. iv. 6. A. Y. ii. 1. H. VIII. iv. 2. RESIGNATION,-continued. Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! R. J. iii. 2. I'll queen it no inch further; But milk my ewes, and weep. W. T. iv. 3. Cheer your heart: Be you not troubled with the time, which drives A. C. iii. 6. you: Grieve not that I am fall'n to this for God be with you!—I have done. RESOLVE, Murderous. Come, come, you spirits M. V. iv. 1. That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick night, RESOLUTION (See also DETERMINATION). We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; But keep our course, though the rough wind say, No. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed, O. i. 3. M. i. 5. H.VI. PT. III. v. 4. The harder match'd, the greater victory: Strike now, or else the iron cools. T.G. i. 3. H. VI. PT. III. v. 1. H. VI. PT. III. v. 1. RESOLUTION,—continued. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me. Cym. iii. 6. We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, RETIREMENT. J.C. ii. 2. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3. To forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a nook merely monastic. Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Let me not live, Thus his good melancholy oft began, A. Y. iii. 2. A. Y. ii.1. Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses I, after him, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolved from my hive, To give some labourers room. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, A. W. i. 2. Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, For mine own part, I could be well content With quiet hours. A. Y. ii. 1. H. IV. PT. I. v. 1. To shake all cares and business from our age; RETREAT. A poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, K. L. i. 1. A. Y. ii. 1. RETRIBUTION. That high ALL-SEER which I dallied with, R. III. v. 4. Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, So just is God to right the innocent! But it is no matter: Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, the dog will have his day. O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold T. A. v. 5. R. III. iv 4 R. III. i. 3. H. v. 1. On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. R. III. ii. 1. In warlike march, these greens before your town. K. J. ii. 1. T. N. v. 1. And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. RETROSPECTION. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes, new waile my dear time's waste; For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, Poems. |