The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the fland'rous tongue?
Measure for Measure, A. 3. Sc. 2.
Be thou as chafte as ice, as pure as snow,
Thou shalt not escape calumny.
-Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives: I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey. I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain; and I will do that, when you are disposed to be merry: I will laugh like a hyena, and that when you are inclined to fleep.
As you like It, A. 4. Sc. I.
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
Clamber not you up to the cafements then,
Nor thrust your head into the public street,
To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces;
But stop my house's ears; I mean my cafements:
Let not the found of shallow foppery enter
My fober house.. The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 5,
Oh, Buckingham! beware of yonder dog,
Look, when he fawns he bites; and when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death.
Haye not to do with him; beware of him.
Sin, death, and hell have fet their marks upon him,
And all their minifters attend on him.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
And that craves wary walking.
Richard III. A. 1. Sc. 3.
Julius Cefar, A. 2. Sc. 1.
Think him as a ferpent's egg,
To fet a glofs on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, forry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sc. z.
The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
In praise of Harry Percy: by my hopes,
(This present enterprise set off his head)
I do not think a braver gentleman,
More active valiant, or more valiant young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deed..
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,.
I have a truant been to chivalry;
And fo, I hear, he doth account me too.
Yet this before my father's majesty:-
I am content that he shall take the odds.
Of his great name and estimation,
And will, to save the blood on either fide,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.
Henry IV. Part I. A. 5. Sc. 1..
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-fame flight
The felf-fame way, with more advised watch
To find the other forth; by vent'ring both,
I oft found both. I urge this childhood proof,
Because what follows is pure innocence.
I owe you much, and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is loft; but if you please
To shoot another arrow that same way
Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
As I will watch the aim, or to find both,
Or bring your latter hazard back again,
And thankfully rest debtor for the first.
The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 1.
CHARM DISSOLVED.
The charm diffolves apace;
And as the morning steals up upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rifing senses
Begin to chace th' ignorant fumes that mantle
The Tempest, A. 5. Sc. 1.
Were I under the terms of death,
Th' impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing I've been fick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to shame. Measure for Measure, A. 2. Sc. 3.
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i'th' world
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 4. Sc. z.
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curdled by the frost from purest snow,
And hangs on Dian's temple.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandfire cut in alabaster ?
Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice
The Merchant of Venice, A. 1.Sc. 1.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
When most she satisfies. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2. Sc. 2.
Cleopatra's failing down the River Cydnus.
The barge the fat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water: the poop was heaten gold,
Purple the fails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; th'oars were filver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The waters which they beat to follow fafter,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue)
O'erpicturing that Venus, where we fee
The fancy outwork Nature: on each fide her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.
Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids,
So many mermaids, tended her i'th' eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A feeming mermaid steers; the filken tackles
Swell with the touches of those flower-foft hands
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city caft
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd
in the market-place, did fit alone, Whiftling to the air, which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in Nature,
Cleopatra's fupposed Death.
Death of one person can be paid but once,
And that she has discharged. What thou wouldst do,
Is done unto thy hand. The laft the fpake
Was Antony! most noble Antony!
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips: she rendered life,
Thy name so buried in her. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4.Sc.11.
COMMONWEALTH OF BEES.
-So work the honey bees;
Creatures, that by a rule in nature teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of fort;
Where fome, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;.
Others, like foldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent royal of their emperor,
Who busy'd in his majesty, furveys
The finging mason building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The sad-ey'd justice, with his furly hum,
Deliv'ring o'er to executor's pale
The lazy yawning drone.
King Henry V. A. 1. Sc. 2.
COMPASSION.
-O! I have fuffer'd
With those that I faw fuffer: a brave vessel
(Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her)
Dafh'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock
Against my very heart: poor fouls, they perish'd!
Had I been any god of pow'r, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.
The Tempest, A. 1. Sc. 2.
O, my dear father! Restoration, hang
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two fifters
Have in thy rev'rence made!
Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
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