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SHIPWRECK,―continued.

Yet the incessant weepings of my wife,
Weeping before for what she knew must come,
And piteous plaining of the pretty babes,
That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear,
Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me.

DESCRIBED BY A CLOWN.

C. E. i. 1.

I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed with yeast and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,-To see how the bear tore out his shoulderbone; how he cried to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman:-But to make an end o' the ship: to see how the sea flap-dragon'd it:-but, first, how the poor souls roar'd, and the sea mock'd them ;-and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather. W. T. iii. 3.

SICK.

Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick
In such a justling time?

SIEGE (See also CANNONADE).

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1.

Tell us, shall your city call us lord,
In that behalf which we have challeng'd it,
Or shall we give the signal to our rage,
And stalk in blood to our possession?

Girdled with a waist of iron,

K. J. ii. 1.

And hemm'd about with grim destruction. H. VI. PT. I. iv. 3.
These flags of France, that are advanced here,
Before the eye and prospect of your town,
Have hither march'd to your endamagement:
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;
And ready mounted are they to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.

SIFTING.

See you now:

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlaces, and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out.

SIGHS.

He rais'd a sigh, so piteous and profound,

K. J. ii. 1.

H.ü. 1.

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Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild while she doth mourn;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear, and see, her plaints.

H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1.

For heaven shall hear our prayers;
Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,
And stain the sun with fog, as sometimes clouds,
When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.

Blood-consuming sighs.

I could drive the boat with my sighs.
Heart-sore sighs.

Cooling the air with sighs.

SIGNS OF THE TIMES.

Tit. And. iii. 1.

H.VI. PT. II. iii. 2.

And in such indexes, although small pricks
To their subséquent volumes, there is seen
The baby figure of the giant mass

Of things to come at large.

SILENCE.

Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

With silence, nephew, be thou politic.

Silence only is commendable

T.G. ii. 3.

T. G. ii. 4.
T. i. 2.

T.C. i. 3.

M. iv. 1.

H. VI. PT. I. ii. 5.

In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.

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A good swift similie, but something currish.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similies.

M.V. i. 1.

W. T. v. 3

W. T. ii. 2.

T.C. iii. 2.

W. T. v. 2.

T. S. v. 2.

H. IV. PT. 1. i. 2.

SIMPLICITY.

SIN.

It is silly sooth.

By the pattern of mine own thougths, I cut out
The purity of his.

How green are you, and fresh in this old world!

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In princely guards.

SINCERITY.

Believe me, I speak as my understanding and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. SINFUL.

Smacking of every sin that has a name.

SINGING.

She will sing the savageness out of a bear.

BAD.

W. T. iv. 3.

W. T. iv. 3.
K. J. iii. 4.

P. P. i. 1.

M. M. iii. 1.

instructs me, W. T. i. 1.

M. iv. 3.

O. iv. 1.

An he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they would have hanged him; and I pray God his bad voice bode no mischief.

M. A. ii. 3.

Tax not so bad a voice

To slander music any more than once.

M. A. ii. 3.

SINGULARITY.

Methinks you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.

SINNERS, Refined.

M. W. ii. 2.

Some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

SLANDER (See also CALUMNY).

No might nor greatness in mortality

Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny

M. ii. 3.

The whitest virtue strikes.

For haply, slander,

M. M. iii. 2.

H. iv. 1.

M.A. iii. 1

Whose whisper o'er the earth's diameter,

As level as the cannon to his blank,

Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,

And hit the woundless air,

One doth not know,

How much an ill word may empoison liking.

I see, the jewel, best enamelled,

Will lose his beauty: and though gold 'bides still,

SLANDER,-continued.
That others touch, yet often touching will
Wear gold and no man, that hath a name,
But falsehood and corruption doth it shame,
'Tis slander;

C. E. ii. 1.

Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the posting wind, and doth belie

All corners of the world; kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.

Many worthy and chaste dames even thus (all guiltless)

meet reproach.

Calumny will sear virtue itself.

I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,

Some busy and insinuating rogue,

Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devis'd this slander,

For he

Cym. iii. 4.

O. iv. 1.

W.T. ii. 1.

The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's.
Abus'd by some most villanous knave!
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow :
O, heaven, that such companions thoud'st unfold;
And put in every honest hand a whip

To lash the rascal naked through the world!

So thou be good, slander doth but approve.

0. iv. 2.

W.T. ii. 3.

0. iv. 2.

Poems.

If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more: abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate:

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint.
SLANDERERS.

That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue :
Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops?
Smiling pick thanks and base newsmongers.

SLAVE AT LARGE.

O. iii. 3.

T.C. i. 3.

M.A. v. 1.

H. IV. PT. I. iii. 2.

I am trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog.
M. A. i. 3.

SLAVISHNESS.

Milk-liver'd man!

That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs,
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief.

How this lord's follow'd!

With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st,
Alack! Why does he so?

K. L. iv. 2.

T.A. i. l.

O, behold,

How

pomp

is follow'd.

Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool.

To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes

With one that ties his points?

K. L. iv. 2.

A. C. v. 2.

M. N. iv. 1.

A. C. iii. 2.

To say ay, and no, to every thing I said! Ay and no too, was no good divinity.

SLEEP.

K. L. iv. 6.

The innocent sleep:

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,

Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

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Weariness

Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

M. ii. 2.

T. ii. 1.

Cym. iii. 6.

How many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh mine eye-lids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

And hush'd with buzzing night-flies, to thy slumber;
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,

And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?

O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,

In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch,
A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell?

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