WRONGS.

If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
'Twill come,

Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

Like monsters of the deep.

O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,

C. v. 1

K. L. iv. 2

And not relent, or not compassion in him? Tit. And. iv. 1.
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong.

And you, good yeomen,

H.IV. PT. I. iv. 3.

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; ·
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

YOUTH.

A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace.

H.V. iii. 1.

L. L. iii. 1.

He capers, he dances, he has the eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't.

A violet in the youth of primy nature.

She is young, and apt;

Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.

Young blood doth not obey an old decree.

M. W. iii. 2.

H. i. 3.

T. A. i. 1.

L. L. iv. 3

Such as moves men; besides, she hath prosperous art
When she will play with reason and discourse,

And well she can persuade

M. M. i. 3.

YOUTH,-continued.

Briefly die their joys,

That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Cym. v. 5

Two lads that thought there was no more behind,

But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

And to be boy eternal.

A proper stripling, and an amorous!

YOUTH, MELANCHOLY.

W.T. i. 2

T. S. i. 2.

He hears merry tales, and smiles not: I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth.

UNRESTRAINED.

When his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together;
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay.

old, being M. V. i. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

ZANIES.

Z.

I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies..

T. N. i. 5.

ZEAL DISREGArded.

To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars,

My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd.

T. N. v. 1.

ZED.

Thou unnecessary letter !

K. L. ii. 2.

Finis.

JUL 12 1920