Imatges de pàgina


If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

T. i. 2.
Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind
Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm,

Or else his head's assurance is but frail. R. III. iv. 4. THRIFT.

This was a way to thrive, and he was blest;

And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not. M.V.1.3.
TIME (See also LIFE, Man).

1,—that please some, try all; both joy, and terror,
Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error.

W.T. iv. chorus.
Cormorant devouring time.

L. Lai, 1.
What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks,
And formless ruin of oblivion.

T.C. iv. 5.
Let me pass :
The same I am, ere antient order was,
Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to
The times that brought them in; so shall I do
To the freshest things now reigning, and make stale
The glistering of this present.

W.T. iv. chorus.
Beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.

T.C. iii. 3.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour run through the roughest day. M. i. 3.

It is in my power
To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour,
To plant and o'erwhelm custom.

W.T. iv. chorus.
What's past is prologue.

T. ü. 1. Well, thus we play the fools with the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

H. IV. pr. 11. Ü. 2.
Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals ere we can effect them.

A.W. v.3,
It is ten o'clock ;
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags :


"Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;
And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale.

A. Y. ii. 7. O, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead ! H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. He ambles with a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, tine's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven years. He gallops with a thief to the gallows: for though he goes as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. He stays still with lawyers in the vacation : for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.

A.Y. ii. 2.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

M. v 5.
Time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.

H.IV. PT. I. v. 4.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately. R. J. üi. 2.

Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all.

K. L. v. 2.
The extreme parts of time extremely form
All causes to the purpose of his speed;

TALE OP WOE, continued.

Tell them the lamentable fall of me,

And send the hearers weeping to their beds. R. II. v.1. TALKER (See also BABBLER).

Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood;
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! H.IV.PT. 1. i. 3.

If you be not mad, be gone ; if you have reason, be brief; 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

T. N. i.5. A knave very voluble.

0.ü. 1. TAPSTER.

Five years! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter.

H. IV. PT. I. ï.4. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is—up stairs, and down stairs ; and his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. TAXATION.

We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
A trembling contribution! Why, we take,
From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber;
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd,
The air willdrink the sap.

H.VIII. i. 2.
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law.

T. A. iv. 1.
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood by drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection.

J. C. ir 3.
Come, there is no more tribute to be paid : our kingdom
is stronger than it was at that time ; and, as I said, there
is no more such Cæsars : other of them may have crooked
noses ; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym, iii 1.
The commons hath he pill’d with grievous taxes,
And lost their hearts.

R. II. ii. 1. If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light.

Cym. iii. 1.
Heaven-moving pearls.

K. J. ü. 1.
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:


My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz’d
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. K. J. v. 2.
Silver-shedding tears.

T.G. iii. 1.
Those eyes of thine, from mine have drawn salt tears,
Sham’d their aspécts with store of childish drops.

R. III. i. 2.
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
And what tbese sorrows could not thence exhale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.

R. III. i. 2.
Sad uphelpful tears.

H. VI. PT. II. ii. 1.
I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. H. VIII. iii. 2.
And wet his grave with my repentant tears. R. III. i. 2.
Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep,
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water.

J.C. iii. 1.
See, see, what showers arise,
Blown with windy tempest of my heart.

H.VI. Pt. III. ii. 5.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd ;
But I had not so much of man in me,
But all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

H.V. iv. 6.
Raining the tears of lamentation.

L. L. v. 2.
Friends, I owe more tears,
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.

J.C. v. 3.
The best brine a maiden can season her praise in.

A.W, i. 1.
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. Tit. And. iii. 1.

And he, a marble to her tears, is washed by them, and 1. relents not.

M. M. ii. 1. TIME,-continued.

And often, at his very loose, decides
That which long process could not arbitrate. L. L. v. 2.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. K. L. i. 1.
Old Time, the clock setter, that bald sexton, Time,
Is it as he will ?

K.J. ii. 1.
We are Time's subjects, and Time bids be gone.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.
Time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.

T.C. ii. 3. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth to season.

C. E. iv. 2.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. T. N.ü. 1.

How sour sweet music is
When time is broke, and no proportion kept !
So is it in the music of our lives.

R. II. v.5.
AND Decay.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,

Of mouthed graves will give thee memory,
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth maiest know,
Time's thievish progress to eternity.

Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

C. E. v. 1.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. R. II. v. 5.
Oh, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face.

C. E. v. 1. TIME SERVER.

Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,
That apprehends no farther than this world,
And squar’st thy life according.

M. N. v. 1. The devil a puritan is he, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser.

T. N. ii. 3.

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