CURIOSITIES,-continued. With the memorials and the things of fame, CURRENTS, MARITIME. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current, and compulsive course CURS. T. N. iii. 3. O. iii. 3. O'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that taketh upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. T.G. iv. 4. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have taught him-even as one would say precisely,-Thus I would teach a dog. T.G. iv. 4. CURSING. I would the gods had nothing else to do, CUSTOM (See also HABIT). C. iv. 2. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. Custom calls me to't: What custom wills in all things should we do't; Nice customs curt'sey to great kings. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law VILE. Though I am native here, And to the manner born,-it is a custom H. v. 1. C. ii. 3. H.V. v. 2. H. iii. 4. K. L. i. 2. More honour'd in the breach than the observance. H. i. 4. 72 DAGGERS. D. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. DALLIANCE, UNSEASONABLE. No, when light-wing'd toys Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dullness That my disports corrupt and taint my business, Make head against my estimation. A woman impudent and mannish grown H. iii. 2. O. i. 3. In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this; DANGER. There Monitaurs and ugly treason lurk. T. C. iii. 3. H. VI. PT. I. v. 3. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1. France, thou mayest hold a serpent by the tongue, A fasting tyger safer by the tooth Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold. K. J. iii. 1. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous:"-why, that's The welfare of us all H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1. If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights- R. II. ii. 1. DANGER,-continued. In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, There is more in it than fair visage. OLD. 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp DARING. As full of peril and adventurous spirit I dare damnation: To this point I stand. T. C. i. 3. H. VIII. iii. 2. A. C. iii. 11. H. IV. PT. I. i. 3 H. i. 1. H. iv. 5. DARKNESS, ITS EFFECT ON THE FACULTY OF HEARING. It pays the hearing double recompense. MENTAL. M. N. iii. 2. Madam, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog. DAUGHTERS. Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters, DAWN. The third hour of drowsy morning. The silent hour steals on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. And yon grey lines that fret the clouds, Are messengers of day. T. N. iv. 2. O. i. 1. H.V. iv. chorus. R. III. v. 3. J.C. ii. 1. This morning, like the spirit of youth But, look, the dawn, in russet mantle clad, A. C. iv. 4. dawning Cym. ii. ?. Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast; And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; H. i. 1. H. i. 5. DAWN,-continued. At whose approach, ghosts wand'ring here and there, M. N. iii. 2. The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day M. A. v. 3. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night It was the lark, the herald of the morn, DAY. Even from Hyperion's rising in the east O, such a day, R. J. ii. 3. R. J. iii. 5. M. M. iv. 2. Tit. And. v. 2. Tit. And. ii. 1. deeds on't. W. T. iii. 3. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. DEATH (See also MAN, TIME, MIGHTY DEAD, LIFE, SOLDIER'S DEATH). The blind cave of eternal night. Here is my journey's end; here is my butt, O ruin'd piece of nature! this great world Nay, nothing; all is said: His tongue is now a stringless instrument; R. III. v. 3. 0. v. 2. K. L. iv. 6. Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. R. II. ii. 1. DEATH,-continued. Dead, for my life. Even so ;-my tale is told. Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound L. L. v. 2. And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground. R. II. iii. 2. Because I wish'd this world's eternity. H. VI. PT. II. 11. 4. I am a tainted wether of the flock, All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; M. M. iii. 1. M.V. iv. 1. To-day, how many would have given their honours M. ii. 3. Cym. v. 3. (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling house,) It is too late; the life of all this blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretel the ending of mortality. K. J. v. 7. R. III. iv. 4. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must die, H. i. 2. This fell serjeant death Is strict in his arrest. H. v. 5. Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? A. C. v. 2. O, our lives' sweetness! That with the pain of death, we'd hourly die, K. L. v. 3. |