SCOLD,-continued.

Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an hungry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in pitched battles heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

SCORN.

T. S. i. 2

C. iii. 1.

You speak of the people, as if you were a god,
To punish; not a man of their infirmity.
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!

Scorn at first, makes after love the more.
I will not do't:
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.

SCULPTURE.

SEA.

A. W. ii. 3.

H.VI. PT. II. iv. 1.
T. G. iii. 1.

C. iii. 2.

He so near to Hermione hath done Hermione, that, they say, one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer.

Still, methinks,

W. T. v. 2.

There is an air comes from her: what fine chizzel
Could ever yet cut breath.

The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven.

BED OF THE.

Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd on the bottom of the sea.

W. T. v. 3.

M.V. ii. 6.

Some lay in dead men's sculls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

And mock'd the dead-bones that lay scatter'd by.

R. III. i. 4

SEA, PERILS OF THE (See also SHIPWRECK).

Our hint of woe

Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe.

SEASONS.

The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.

SEASON.

Every time

Serves for the matter that is then born in it. SEASONABLE.

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended; and, I think,

The nightingale, if she should sing by day,

When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.

T. ii. 1.

M. N. ii. 2.

A. C. ii. 2.

How many things by season season'd are,
To their right praise, and true perfection.

M. V. v. 1.

SECLUSION.

If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
Lo, Cæsar is afraid?

J.C. ii. 2.

SECRECY.

Stall this in your bosom.

A. W. i. 3.

M. iii. 1.

the grave

Masking the business from the common eye.

When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am
of it.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

'Tis in my memory lock'd,

And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Thou wilt not trust the air with secrets.

Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.

I know you wise; but yet no further wise,
Than Harry Percy's wife; constant you are;

A. W. iv. 3.

H. i. 2.

H. i. 3.

Tit. And. iv. 2.

H. iii. 4.

SECRECY,-continued.

But yet a woman: and for secrecy,

No lady closer; for I well believe,

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.

This secret is so weighty, 'twill require
A strong faith to conceal it.

Two may keep counsel, putting one away.
A juggling trick to be secretly open.
SECURITY.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad and general as the casing air.
Shut doors after you: Fast hind, fast find;
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure,
And take a bond of fate.

H. i. 5.

H.V. III. ii. 1.

R. J. ii. 4.
T.C. v. 2.

M. iii. 4.

M.V. ii. 5.

M. iv. 1.

I look'd he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me,-security. H. IV. PT. I.i. 2.

A rascally, yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! H. IV. PT. II. i. 2.

SEDITION.

Here do we make his friends

Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
About their functions friendly.

These things, indeed, you have articulated,
Proclaim'd at market crosses, read in churches;
To face the garment of rebellion

With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hurly-burly innovation:

And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time,
Of pell-mell havoc and confusion.

C. iv. 6.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 1.

SEDITION,-continued.

The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in desperate manner
Daring the event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.
SEDUCTION.

H.VIII. i. 2.

Then if he says he loves you;
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,
As he, in his particular act and place,
May give his saying deed; which is no further,
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you list his songs;
Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.

Ay, so you serve us,
Till we serve you: but when you have our roses,
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves,
And mock us with our bareness.

H. i. 3.

A. W. iv. 2.

This man hath witch'd the bosom of my child:
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchang'd love tokens with my child:
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love;
And stol'n th' impression of her phantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats; messengers
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth:
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness.

O cunning enemy, that to catch a saint,
With saints doth bait thy hook!

M. N. i. 1.

M. M. ii. 2.

Many a maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that so terribly shows in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they are lim'd with the twigs that threaten them.

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank,

A. W. iii. 5.

L. L. iv. 3.

With shining checker'd slough, doth sting a child,

That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent. H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1.

SEEING.

I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a church by day-light.

SEEMING.

Out on thy seeming! I will write against it:
You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown ;

But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
That rage in savage sensuality.

SELF-CONCEITED.

M. A. ii. 1.

M. A. iv. 1.

The best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love him.

Look, how imagination blows him.

SELF-DENIAL.

The greatest virtue of which wise men boast,
Is to abstain from ill, when pleasing most.

SELF-GOVERNMENT.

T. N. ii. 3.

T. N. ii. 5.

Poems.

Virtue? a fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our own wills.

SELFISHNESS.

O. i. 3.

Torches are made to burn; jewels to wear; Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse. Poems. SELF-LOVE.

As self-neglecting.

Self-love is not so vile a sin

H.V. ii. 4.

O villanous! I have lived upon the world four times seven years; and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew not how to love himself. O. i. 3. SENATORS.

These old fellows

Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
Their blood is cak'd, tis cold, it seldom flows;
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again towards earth,
Is fashioned for the journey, dull, and heavy.

T. A. ii. 2.