Ah! what a life were this! how fweet, how lovely!
Gives not the hawthorn-bufh a fweeter fhade
To fhepherds looking on their filly sheep,
Than doth a rich-embroider'd canopy
To Kings, that fear their fubjects treachery?
, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,.
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
His wonted fleep under a fresh tree's fhade,
All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands fparkling in a golden cup;
His body couched on a curious bed,

When care, miftruft and treafons wait on him.

Henry VI. Part III: A. 2. Sc. 6.

SOLICITATION.

-Think with thyself,

How more unfortunate than all living women
Are we come hither; fince thy fight, which fhould
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with
comforts,

Conftrains them weep, and shake with fear and forrow
Making the mother, wife, and child, to fee
The fon, the husband, ard the father tearing
His country's bowels out. And to poor we,
Thine eninity's most capital; thou barr't us
Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort
That all but we enjoy for how can we,
Alas! how can we, for our country pray,
Whereto we're bound, together with thy victory,
Whereto we're bound? Alack! or we must lofe
The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person,
Our comfort in the country. We must find
An eminent calamity, though we had

Our wish, which fide fhould win: for either thou
Muft, as a foreign recreant, be led

With manacles through our ftreet; or elfe
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
And bear the palm, for having bravely fled
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, fon,
I purpose not to wait on fortune, till
Thefe wars determine. If I can't perfuade thee

Rather

Rather to fhew a noble grace to both parts,
Than feek the end of one; thou shalt no fooner
March to affault thy country, than to tread

(Truft to't, thou fhalt rot) on thy mother's womb, That brought thee to this world.

Coriolanus, A. 5. Sc. 3.

SORROW.

O Gertrude, Gertrude,

When forrows come, they come not fingle fpies,

But in battalions.

Hamlet, A. 4. Sc. 5.

SUBMISSION.

God is much displeased

That with unthankfulness you take his doing.
In common worldly things 'tis call'd ungrateful
With dull unwillingness to pay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent:
Much more to be thus oppofite with heaven;
For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

King Richard III. A. 2. Sc. 2.

TEAR S.

When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lily almoft wither'd.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3. Sc. z.

THANKS.

Thanks, to men

Of noble minds, is honourable meed.

THIE VER Y.

Ibid. A. 1. Sc 3.

-I'll example you with thievery.

The Sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vaft fea. The Moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire fhe fnatches from the Sun.
The fea's a thief, whofe liquid furge refolves
The Moon into falt tears. The earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a compofture ftol'n
From gen'ral excrements. Each thing's a thief.
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves: away!
Rob one another. Timon of Athens, A. 4. Sc. 7.

TIME.

What, keep a week away? feven days and nights?
Eight fcore eight hours? and love's absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
Oh, weary reckoning!

Othello, A. 3. Sc. 13.

TROILUS'S CHARACTER.

;

The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchlefs; firm of word
Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue;
Nor foon provok'd, nor, being provok'd foon calmn'd:
His heart and hand both open, and both free;
For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shews;
Yet gives he not, till judgment guide his bounty;
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath:
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;

For Hector in his blaze of wrath fubfcribes
To tender objects; but he in heat of action
Is more vindicative than jealous love.
They call him Troilus, and on him erect
A fecond hope, as fairly built as Hector.
Thus fays Eneas, one that knows the youth
Ev'n to his inches; and with private foul,
Did in great lion thus tranflate him to me.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 4. Sc. 9′′

V A LE DESCRIBE D.

A barren and detefted vale, you fee, it is.
The trees, tho' fummer, yet forlorn and lean,
O'ercome with mofs, and baleful miffeltoe.
Here never fhines the fun; here nothing breeds,
Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven.
And when they fhew'd me this abhorred pit,
They told me, here at dead time of the night,
A thousand fiends, a thousand hifling fnakes,
'Ten thousand fwelling toads, as many urchins,
Would make fuch fearful and confufed cries,
As any mortal body, hearing it,
Should ftraight fall mad, or elfe die fuddenly.

Titus Andronicus, A. 2. Sc. 4.

VALOUR.

Methought, he bore him in the thickest troop,
As doth a lion in a herd of neat ;

Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,

Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
The reft ftand all aloof and bark at him.

King Henry VI. Part III. A 2. Sc.

WARLIK E SPIRIT.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breast of every man:
They fell the pasture now, to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Chriftian kings,
With winged heels, as Englifb Mercuries:
For now fits expectation in the air,

And hides a fword from hilts unto the point
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets
Promis'd to Harry and his followers.

1.

King Henry V. A. 2. Sc. 1.

WILFULNESS.

-O, Sir, to wilful men,

The injuries, that they themselves procure,

Must be their schoolmasters.

WISDOM AND

King Lear, A. 2. Sc. 13.

FORTUNE.

Wisdom and Fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 9.

WOLSE Y'S

CHARACTER.

You are meek, and humble. You fign your place and calling, in full feeming, With meeknefs and humility; but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogancy, fpleen, and pride. You have by fortune, and his Highness' favours, Gone flightly o'er low steps; and now are mounted, Where powers are your retainers; and your words, Domefticks to you, ferve your will as't please Yourfelf pronounce their office. I must tell you, You tender more your perfon's honour, than Your high profeffion fpiritual.

Henry VIII. A. 2. Sc. 6.

-His faults lie gently on him!

Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak hin,
And yet with charity; he was a man

Of an unbounded ftomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one, that by fuggeftion
Ty'd all the kingdom. Simony was fair play.
His own opinion was his law. I' th' prefence
He would lay untruths, and be ever double
Both in his words and meaning. He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful.

His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he now is, nothing
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.

Ibid. 4.

DRESS.

Sc. z.

You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience; fear and nicenefs,
The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
Woman its pretty felf, to waggish courage;
Ready in gybes, quick-anfwer'd, faucy, and
As quarrellous as the weazel: nay, you must
Forget that rareft treasure of your cheek;
Expofing it (but, oh, the harder heart!
Alack, no remedy) to the greedy touch
Of common kiffing Titan; and forget
Your labourfome and dainty trims, wherein
You have made Juno angry. Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 4.

W 0 ME N.

Women are not

In their best fortunes ftrong; but want will perjure
The ne'er- touch'd veftal.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 5.

WOMEN, AN INVECTIVE

AGAINST,

Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are baftards all !
And that moft venerable man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where,
When I was stampt. Some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother feem'd
The Dian of that time: fo doth my wife

The non-pareil of this-Oh vengeance, vengeance!

Me