BATTLE,-continued. This battle fares like to the morning's war, Sometimes the flood prevails; and then the wind: H.VI. PT. III. ii. 5. Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, My sons, God knows,-what hath bechanced them: And when the hardest warriors did retire, Richard cried,-Charge! and give no foot of ground! A sceptre! or an earthly sepulchre ! With this, we charg'd again. H.VI. PT. III. i. 4. Never did captive with a freer heart Let each man do his best: and here draw I R. II. i. 3 H. IV. PT. I. v. 2 Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous ! BATTLE,-continued. And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower: R. II. i. 3. Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink, Who then affrighted with their bloody looks, Prepare you, generals: H. IV. PT. I. 1. 3. The enemy comes on in gallant show; I. C. v. 1. Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers; H.V. iv. 3. The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords. T. C. v. 3. For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves. R. III. v. 3. C. i. 1, I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, OF AGINCOURT, PREPARATIONS FOR THE. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur and the poring dark, Fill the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch; BATTLE,-continued. Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames, Give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow; the clocks do toll, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gestures sad, BEARD. H.V. iv. chor. He that hath a beard is more than a youth: and he that hath none, is less than a man. M. A. ii. 1. Now, Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! BEAU. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; BEAUX, SCENTED. T. N. iii. 1. L. L. v. 2. Like many of these lisping hawthorn buds, that come like women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple-time. M. W. iii. 3. BEAUTY. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss that vadeth suddainly, Poems. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, A wither'd hermit, five score winters worn, The most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun shone bright on. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white If you will lead these graces to the grave, There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. Her sunny locks As plays the sun upon the glassy streams; This is such a creature, Cym. iii. 6. L. L. iv. 3. W.T. v. 1. T. N. i. 5. M. V. i. 1. H.VI. PT. I. v. 3. Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Of who she but bid follow. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street W.T. v. 1. And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. A. C. ii. 2. All hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negociate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. M. A. ii. 1. She speaks: O speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, O she doth teach the torches to burn bright! R. J. ii. 2. R. J. i. 5. BEAUTY,-continued. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. L. L. ii. 1. O. ii. 3. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd: It shall be inventoried; and every particle, and utensil, labelled to my will; as, item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. I know a wench of excellent discourse, There was never yet fair woman but she When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed AND DECEIT. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! O beauty! where's thy faith! AND HONESTY. T. N. i. 4. C. E. iii. 1. A. Y. i. 3. made mouths K. L. iii. 2. Poems. R. J. iii. 2. T. C. v. 2. Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey sauce to sugar. BEDLAM BEGGARS. The country gives me proof and precedent A. V. iii. 3. |