MALEDICTION,-continued.

From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

By inch-meal a disease!

If ever he have child, abortive be it,

Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,

Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct

May fright the hopeful mother at the view;

And that be heir to his unhappiness.

T. ii. 2.

R. III. i. 2.

Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with an oath. K.L.i.1.

Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou, to curse thus.

MALEVOLENCE.

Had I power, I should

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

Uproar the universal peace, confound

T.C. v. 1.

All unity on earth.

I will fight

Against my canker'd country, with the spleen
Of all the under fiends.

MALICE.

M. iv. 3.

C. iv. 5.

Men, that make

H. VIII. v. 2.

Envy, and crooked malice nourishment,
Dare bite the best.

MALIGNITY.

A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain.

MAN (See also ILLUSION, LIFE, DEATH).

M. ii. 1.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better,

For being a little bad.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

H. ii. 2.

M. M. v. 1

As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clep'd,

All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous Nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he doth receive
Particular addition, from the bill

That writes them all alike: and so of men.

M. iii. 1.

MAN,-continued.

be.

We came crying hither.

K. L. iv. 6.

Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may

Know thou this:-that men

Are as the time is.

O momentary grace of mortal men,

Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!
Is man no more than this?

A breath thou art,

(Servile to all the skiey influences),

H. iv. 5.

R. III. iii. 4.

J.C. v. 5.

K. L. iii. 4.

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
Hourly afflict; merely, thou art death's fool;
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet runn'st toward him still: Thou art not noble:
For all the accommodations that thou bear'st,

Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant;
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork

Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not;
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get:
And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,

After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
Till death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none;
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,

For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, nor age;

MAN,-continued.

But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,

Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and does beg the alms

Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.

Foolish wench!

To the most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

O the difference of man and man!

M. M. iii. 1.

T. i. 2.

K. L. iv. 2.

God made him, therefore let him pass for a man. M. V. i. 2.

There is no trust,

No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

A rarer spirit never

R. J. iii. 2.

Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men.

A. C. v. 1.

When we are born, we cry, that we are come

K. L. iv. 6.

To this great stage of fools.

He was not born to shame:

Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;

For 'tis a throne where honor may be crown'd

Sole monarch of the universal earth.

He was a man, take him for all in all,

R. J. iii. 2.

H. i. 2.

I shall not look upon his like again.

You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous man.

Every man is odd.

Who lives, that's not

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

T. C. iv. 5.

Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears
Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift?

Man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

MANHOOD Deteriorated.

T. A. i 2.

M. A. v. 4.

But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie, and swears to it. M. A. iv. 1.

MANHOOD Deteriorated,—continued.

Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring. H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 4.

MANUSCRIPT.

I once did hold it, as our statists do,

A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service.

MARRIAGE (SEE also ESPOUSAL).

A contract of eternal bond of love,

Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,

Strengthened by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
Seal'd in my function by my testimony.

Marriage is a matter of more worth
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,
An age of discord and continual strife?
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And is a pattern of celestial peace.

H. v. 2.

T. N. v. 1.

H.VI. PT. I. v. 5.

Earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married young.

M. N. i. 1.

R. J. iv. 5.

Most incident to maids.

W. T. iv. 3.

But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees,

And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love :
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,-

Sell when you can; you are not for all markets.

A. Y. iii. 5.

MARRIAGES, MERCENARY.

The hearts of old, gave hands;
But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts.

MARTLET.

This guest of summer,

The temple-hunting martlet, does approve,

By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath,
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress,

O. iii. 4.

MARTLET,-continued.

Nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird hath made
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they
Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd the air
Is delicate.

The martlet

Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force and road of casualty.

MASKED LADIES.

M. i. 6.

M.V. ii. 9.

Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. MATURITY.

Mellow'd by the stealing hours of time.

MEALS.

Unquiet meals make ill digestions.

MEANING.

Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits
Five times in that, ere once in our five wits.

MEDDLER.

'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.

L. L. v. 2.

R. III. iii. 7.

C. E. v. 1.

R. J. i. 4.

H. v. 2.

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool; farewell!
I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune:
Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.
Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under

your arm.

MEDIATOR.

H. iii. 4.

R. J. iii. 1.

I was hardly moved to come to thee; but being assured none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen.

MEDITATION.

Measuring his affections by my own,

That most are busied when they're most alone.

MEEKNESS.

'Beseech your majesty,

Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her.

MEETING.

C. v. 2.

R. J. i. 1.

Cym. iii, 5.

Here is like to be a great presence of worthies. L. L. v. 2.