LETTER,-continued.

Why, what read you there,
That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood,
Out of appearance?

H.V. ii. 2.

Let us see:

Leave, gentle wax; and manners, blame us not. K.L. iv. 6.
Read o'er this;

And after, this; and then to breakfast, with
What appetite you have.

H.VIII. iii. 2.

M.V. iii. 2.

Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee. T.C. v. 1.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper.

LIAR. LIES. LYING.

One that lies three-thirds, and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten. A.W. ii. 5.

You told a lie; an odious, damned lie;
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.

0. v. 2.

He will lie, Sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool. A. W. iv. 3.

Two beggars told me,
I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fulness
Is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood
Is worse in kings than beggars.

Cym. iii. 6.

Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen.
W. T. iv. 3.
K. L. i. 4.

Detested kite! thou liest.

These lies are like the father that begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull-street; and every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's tribute.

H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2.
Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou.
T. iii. 2.
Whose tongue soe'er speaks false,
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. K. J. iv. 3.

A very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty.

A. C. v. 2.

LIAR,-continued.

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! H. IV. PT. II. iii. 4.

HIS OWN DUPE.

Like one,

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.

LIBERTY.

Blessed be those,

How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort.

LICENTIOUSNESS.

As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope, by the immoderate use,

Turns to restraint.

LIFE (See also ILLUSION, MAN, Death).
Thy life's a miracle.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,

If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at th' arrival of an hour.
I see, a man's life is a tedious one.
Like madness is the glory of this life.
Reason thus with life:-
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing,
That none but fools would keep.

The sands are number'd that make up my life.

Life is a shuttle.

Thus play I, in one person, many people,
And none contented.

T. i. 2.

Cym. i. 7.

O excellent! I love long life better than figs!

M. M. i. 3.

K. L. iv. 6.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 2.
Cym. iii. 6.
T. A. i. 2.

M. M. iii. 1.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipp'd them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues. A. W. iv. 3.

M. v. 5.

H.VI. PT. II. i. 4.
M. W. v. 1.

R. II. 5. 4. C. i. 2.

LIFE,-continued.

Think, ye see

The very persons of our noble story,

As they were living; think, you see them great,
And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat,
Of thousand friends, then, in a moment, see

How soon this mightiness meets misery! H. VIII. prologue.

It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment: and then we have a prescription to die, when death is our physician. 0.1.3.

That life is better life, past fearing death,

Than that which lives to fear.

Thus, sometimes, hath the brightest day a cloud;
And, after summer, evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

M. M. v. 1.

H. VI. PT. II. ii. 4.

EPITOMIZED (See WORLD).

DESIRE OF.

Camillo.-I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.

Archidamus.—Would they else be content to die? Camillo.-Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

Archidamus.-If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.

W. T. i. 1.

LIGHT (See also STUDY).

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. LIGHT INFANTRY.

L. L. i. 1.

And this same half-fac'd fellow, Shadow,-give me this man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a pen-knife: And, for a retreat, how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great Ĥ. IV. PT. II. iii. 2.

ones.

LIGHTNING (See also QUICKNESS).

Like the lightning, which doth cease to be,
Ere one can say,-It lightens !

R. J. ii. 2.

Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth;

LIGHTNING,-continued.

And ere a man can say,-Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder,
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning.

LINEAGE (See also ANCESTRY).

A plague of both your houses!

'Tis

The royal disposition of that beast,
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.

So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch,
That trembles under his devouring paws:
And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey;
And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.

R. J. iii. 1.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood-royal, if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings. H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

LION.

LIVELIHOOD.

You take my life,
When you do take the means whereby I live.
LONELINESS.

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
There's scarce a bush.

INSUPPORTABLE.

But whate'er I am,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd
With being nothing.

LONGEVITY.

M. N. i. 1.

LITIGATION (See also Law).

I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any
law in Illyria.
T. N. iv. I.
Persuade me not, I will make a star chamber matter of it.
M. W. i. 1.

I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch.

A light heart lives long.

K. L. iv. 7.

H.VI. PT. III. i. 3.

A. Y. iv. 3.

T. S.IND. 1.

M. V. iv. 1.

K. L. ii. 4.

R. II. v. 5.

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LONG (STORIES).

Men, pleas'd themselves, think others will delight
In such like circumstance, with such like sport,
Their copious stories, oftentimes begun,
End without audience, and are never done.

LORD.

Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.
Upon my life I am a lord, indeed;
And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.
LORD'S ANOINTED.

A flourish, trumpets !-strike alarum, drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.

LOVE (See also COURTSHIP, FIDELITY).

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love,
Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark,

As love is full of unbefitting strains;
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance.

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain:
But with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power;

Poems.

T. S.IND. 2.

T. S.IND. 2.

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.'
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
To be wise, and love, exceeds man's might.
Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
It is to be all made of sighs and tears,

It is to be all made of faith and service,
It is to be all made of fantasy.

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance.

R. III. iv. 4.

Poems.

T. C. iii. 2.

A. Y. v. 2.

L. L. v. 2.