Within her womb; which, for enlargement ftriving, Shakes the old beldam Earth, and topples down

High tow'rs and mofs-grown fteeples.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 3. Sc. 1.

RESOLUTION.

-Dar'ft thou die?

The sense of death is most in apprehenfion;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corp'ral fufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Meafure for Measure, A. 3. Sc. 1.

RESPECT OF THE WORLD.

You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it, that do buy it with much care.

I.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 2.

RHYMERS.

had rather be a kitten, and cry mew! Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. I'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd,

Or a dry wheel grate on the axletree;

And that wou'd nothing fet my teeth on edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing poetry:
'Tis like the forc'd gait of a fhuffling nag.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 3. Sc. 1.

RUMOUR.

RUMOUR.

-Rumour is a Pipe,

Blown by furmifes, jealoufies, conjectures;

And of fo eafy and fo plain a ftop,

That the blunt monfter, with uncounted heads,
The ftill difcordant wavering multitude,

Can play upon it.

Henry IV. Part II. A. 1. Sc. 2.

SELF-INTEREST.

Rounded in the ear,

With that fame purpofe-changer, that fly devil,
That broker, that ftill breaks the pate of Faith,
That daily break-vow; he that wins of all,

Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids,
Who having no external thing to lose

But the word Maid, cheats the poor maid of that;
That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling commodity,
Commodity, the biafs of the world,

The world, which of itself is poised well,
Made to run even, upon even ground:
'Till this advantage, this vile drawing biass,
This fway of motion, this commodity,
Makes it take head from all indifferency,
From all direction, purpose, course, intent.

King John, A. 2. Sc. 6.

SLANDER.

SLANDER.

For haply flander,

Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter
As level as the cannon to his blank

Transports his poifon'd fhot.

Hamlet, A. 4. Sc. r.

SLEEP.

The innocent fleep;

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd fleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's fecond course,
Chief nourisher in life's feaft.

Macbeth, A. 2. Sc. 2.

Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in fmoaky cribs,
Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee,

And husht with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber,
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,

Under the canopies of costly state,

And lull'd with founds of fweetest melody?

King Henry IV. A. 3. Sc. 1.

SPECULATION AND PRACTICE.

The brain may devife laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree; fuch a hare is Madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of Good Counsel the cripple! The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 2.

STRE A M.

The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'ft, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage:
But when his fair courfe is not hindered,

He makes sweet mufick with th' enamel'd ftones,
Giving a gentle kifs to every fedge

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;

And fo by many winding nooks he strays,

With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Sc. 7.

STUDY.

Study is like the heaven's glorious fun,
That will not be deep fearch'd with fawcy looks;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority, from other books.

These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

That give a name to every fixed ftar,

Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Love's Labour Loft, A. 1. Sc. 1.

SUPERFLUIT Y.

Take phyfic, Pomp;

Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,

That thou may'st shake the fuperflux to them,

And fhew the heav'ns more juft.

King Lear, A.

3.

Sc-4

WARRIOR.

WARRIOR.

I faw young Harry with his beaver on,
His cuiffes on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury ;
And vaulted with fuch eafe into his feat,

As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus,

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 4. Sc. 2.

Cleopatra's failing down the River Sydnus.
For her own person,

It beggar'd all defcription: fhe did lie
In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue)
O'erpicturing that Venus, where we see
The fancy outwork Nature: on each fide her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With diverfe-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid,—did.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2. Sc. 2.

HENRY V. CHARACTER.

When he speaks,

The air, a charter'd libertine, is ftill;

And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,

To fteal his fweet and honey'd fentences.