A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
O, Caffius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, fhows a hafty spark,
And ftraight is cold again. Julius Cafar, A. 4. Sc. 3.
What fudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him;
Then makes him nothing.
(Cleopatra's Character of him.)
His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
A fun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted
The little O, the earth.
His legs beftrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
Crested the world: his voice was property'd
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But, when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't,-an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping. His delights
Were dolphin-like; they fhew'd his back above
The element they liv'd in. In his living
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and iflands
Were as plates dropt from his pocket.
-If there be, or ever were, one fuch,
'Tis paft the fize of dreaming. Nature wants stuff
To vie ftrange forms with fancy; yet to imagine
An Antony, were Nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemning fhadows quite.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5. Sc. last.
APOTHECARY.
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of fimples: meagre were his looks;
Sharp mifery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy fhop a tortoife hung,
An alligator ftuft, and other skins
Of ill-fhap'd fifnes; and about his fhelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes;
Green earthen pots, bladders, and mufty feeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly fcatter'd to make up a fhow.
Noting this penury, to myfelf I faid,
And if a man did need a poifon now,
Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him.
Oh, this fame thought did but forerun my need,
And this fame needy man must fell it me.
Romeo and Juliet, A. 1. Sc. 1.
I have heard, but not believ'd, the fpirits o'th' dead
May walk again: if fuch thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one fide, fome another;
I never faw a veffel of like forrow,
So fill'd, and fo becoming. In pure white robes,
Like very Sanctity, fhe did approach
My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
And gafping to begin fome fpeech, her eyes
Became two fpouts. The fury spent, anon
Did this break from her: "Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better difpofition,
"Hath made thy perfon for the thrower out
"Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,
"Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
"There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
Is counted loft for ever and for ever, Perdita,
I pr'ythee, call't. For this ungentle bufinefs,
"Put on thee by my Lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee
Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And, as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
The Taming of the Shrew, A. 4. Sc. 3.
Oh, how haft thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance? Shew men dutiful?
Why fo didft thou.
Why fo didit thou.
Why fo didft thou.
Why fo didst thou.
Or feem they grave and learn'd?
Come they of noble family?
Seem they religious?
Or are they spare in diet,
Free from grofs paffion, or of mirth or anger,
Conftant in fpirit, not fwerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modeft compliment,
Not working with the eye without the ear,
And but in purged judgment trusting neither?
Such, and fo finely boulted, didft thou feem.
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full fraught man, the best endu'd,
With fome fufpicion.
As the fhrouds make at fea in a ftiff tempeft,
As loud, and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks,
Doublets, I think, flew up, and, had their faces
Been loofe, this day they had been loft. Such joy
I never faw before. Great belly'd women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the prefs,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could fay, this is my wife, there all were woven
So ftrangely in one piece,
APPREHENSION.
Believe me, Sir, had I fuch venture forth,
The better part of my affections would
Be with my hopes abroad. I fhould be still
Plucking the grafs, to know where fits the wind;
Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads:
And every object that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me fad. The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. I.
ARMY ROUTE D.
-No blame be to you, Sir, for all was loft,
But that the heavens fought. The king himself
Of his wings deftitute, the army broken,
And but the backs of Britons feen; all flying
Through a ftrait lane, the enemy full-hearted,
Lolling the tongue with flaught'ring, having work
More plentiful than tools to do't, ftruck down
Some mortally, fome flightly touch'd, fome falling
Merely through fear, that the ftrait pass was damm'd
With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living
To die with lengthen'd fhame." Cymbeline, A. 5. Sc. z.
Nature is made better by no mean,
But Nature makes that mean: fo over that Art
Which, you fay, adds to Nature, is an Art
That Nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler fcyon to the wildeft ftock;
And make conceive a bark of bafer kind
By buds of nobler race.
Which does mend Nature,
Tile Art itfelf is Nature.
change it rather; but
The Winter's Tale, A. 4. Sc. 3.
RIDICULED.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are fick in fortune (often the furfeits of our behaviour) we make guilty of our difafters the fun, the moon, and the stars;
as if we were villains on neceffity; fools, by heavenly compulfion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by fpherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an inforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrufting-on. An admirable evasion of whoremafter man, to lay his goatifh difpofition on the charge of a ftar! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Urfa major; fo that it follows, I am rough and lecherous. I fhould have been what I am, had the maidenlieft ftar in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing. King Lear, A. 1. Sc. 3.
AUTHORITY.
Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet;
For every pelting, petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder;
Nothing but thunder. Merciful heav'n!
Thou rather with thy fharp fulphureous bolt
Splitt'ft the unwedgable and gnarled oak,
Than the foft myrtle. O, but man! proud man!
Dreft in a little brief authority,
Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd,
His glaffy effence, like an angry ape,
Plays fuch fantaftic tricks before high heav'n,
As makes the angels weep; who, with our fpleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Meafure for Measure, A. 2. Sc. 4.
Thou haft seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar,
And the creature run from the cur; there,
There, thou might'ft behold the great image of authority
A dog's obey'd in office
Thou rafcal beadle, hold thy bloody hand::
Why doft thou lafh that whore?-Strip thy own back: Thou hotly luft'ft to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'ft her.-The ufurer hangs the coz'ner.
-Through tatter'd clothes fmall vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fin with gold,
And the ftrong lance of juftice hurtlefs breaks;
Arm it in rags-a pigmy's ftraw doth pierce it.
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