Imatges de pàgina

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was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declined for the
loss of her husband ; another elevated that the oracle was
fulfilled ; she lifted the princes from the earth;
locks her in embracing, as if she would pin her to her

W.T. v. 2.

He has strangled
His language in his tears.

H. VIII. v. 1. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

M. A. ii. 1. EMULATION.

For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path ;
For emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one pursue : If you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an entered tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost :-
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Lies there for pavement to the abject rear,
O’er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in present,
Though less than yours in past, must o'er-top yours.

T.C. iii. 3. END.

The long day's task is done,
And we must sleep.

A.C. iv. 12.
Near, or far off, well won is still well shot. K. J. i. 1.

The end crowns all ;
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

T.C. iv. 5.
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

M. iv. 1. ENEMIES.

You have many enemies, that know not
Why they are so ; but, like to village curs,
Bark when their fellows do.

H. VIII. ii. 4. If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb?

H. V. iv. 1.

ENGLAND (See also Britain).

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise ;
This fortress built by nature for herself,
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world;
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happy lands;
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
(For Christian service, and true chivalry,)
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son:
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,)
Like to a tenement, or pelting farm :
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds ;
That England that was wont to conquer others,
Has made a shameful conquest of itself. R. II. ii. 1.
Our sea-wall’d garden, the whole land,
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all un-prun'd, her hedges ruind,
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars.

R. II. üi. 4.
I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders ;
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king.

K. J. ii. 1.
This England never did, (nor never shall)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.




* Nought shall make us rue
If England to herself do rest but true.

K. J. v. 7.
O England, model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault!

H.V. ii. chorus.
O nation, that thou could'st remove!
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
And grapple thee unto a pagan shore.

K. J. v. 2.
Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps, only, defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.


Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts !

H. VIII. iii. 1. The men do sympathize with the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives ; and then give them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils.

H. V. iii. 7.
Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have
French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.


The nightingale in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days;
Not that the summer is more pleasant now

Then when his mournful hymns did hush the night;
But that wild music burdens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.


Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow room. K. J. v. 7. ENMITY.

If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.


Impossible be strange attempts, to those
That weigh their pains in sense ; and do suppose
What hath been cannot be.

A.W. i. J.
Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise

More venturous or desperate than this. H. VI. PT. I. ii. 1. ENVY.

Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies ?
No more do yours ; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
0, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

A. Y. ii. 3.
Lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave.

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

Now I feel
Of what coarse metal ye are moulded, -envy.
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,
As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton

in every thing may bring my ruin !
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;
You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt,
In time will find their fit rewards.

H. VIII. iii. 2.
My heart laments, that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.

J.C. ii. 3.
Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Dare bite the best.


Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least.

L. L. iv. 2.

A world
Of pretty, fond, adoptious Christendoms,
That blinking Cupid gossips.


Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile ;
The smile, mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds, that sailors rail at.
Thus ready for the way of life or death,
I wait the sharpest blow.

P. P. i. 1.


'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven.

M. ii. 3. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the rd, or equivocation will undo us,

H. v. 1. ERROR.

O hateful error, melancholy's child !
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not ? O error, soon conceivd,
Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee. J.C. v. 3.

But we worldly men
Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

Tit. And. v. 2. 0, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do!

M. A. iy. 1.
When from things true, the heart and eyes have err'd,
To a false plague they often are transferr'd. Poems.

In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end ; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of.

W.T. i. 2.
'Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead the blind.

K. L. iv. 1. ESCAPE.

You may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o’erposting that action.

/. IV. PT. 11. i. 2. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones : I shall not fear flyblowing.

T. v. 1. ESPOUSALS (See also WIFE).

Let still the woman take
An elder than herself, so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

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