But what care I for words? Yet words do well,
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear :
It is a pretty youth-not very pretty :

But fure he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him.
He'll make a proper man: the beft thing in him
Is his complexion; and fafter than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up :
He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall;
His leg is but fo fo, and yet 'tis well :
There was a pretty redness in his lip,

A little riper and more lufty red

Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas juft the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
There be fome women, Sylvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels, as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not, nor hate him not: and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him
For what had he to do to chide at me?

;

He faid, mine eyes were black, and my hair black;
And, now I am remember'd, fcorn'd at me:

I marvel, why I answer'd not again;

But that's all one, omittance is no quittance.

As You Like It, A. 3. Sc. 4.

LOVE INSPIRED

-O, my Lord,

When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a foldier's eye;
That lik'd, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking in the name of Love:
But now I am return'd, and that war thoughts
Have left their places vacant; in their rooms
Come thronging foft and delicate defires,
All prompting me how fair
Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

young

Hero is

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 1. Sc. 1.

LOVE IN WOME N.

-There is no woman's fides

Can bear the beating of fo ftrong a paffion,

As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart
So big to hold fo much; they lack retention.
Alas! their love may be call'd appetite:

No

No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That fuffers furfeit, cloyment, and revolt:
But mine is all as hungry as the fea,
And can digeft as much. Make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.

LOVE

Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 3.

MESSENGER.

There is alighted at your gate

A young Venetian, one that comes before
To fignify th' approaching of his Lord,
From whom he bringeth fenfible regrets;
To wit, befides commends and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value: yet, I have not feen
So likely an ambassador of love.
A day in April never came fo fweet,
To fhow how coftly fummer was at hand,
As this fore-fpurrer comes before his Lord.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 9.

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LOVE UN SOUGHT.
O, what a deal of fcorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!

A murd'rous guilt fhews not itfelf more foon,

Than love that wou'd feem hid: love's night is noon,
Cefario. By the rofes of the fpring,

My maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reafon, can my paffion hide.
Do not extort thy reafons from this caufe;
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no clause:
But rather reafon thus with reafon fetter;

Love fought is good; but given unfought, is better.

Twelfth Night, A. 3. Sc. 1.

L O V E R.

If thou remember'ft not the flightest folly

That ever love did make thee run into;
Thou haft not lov'd.-

Or, if thou haft not fat, as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy miftrefs' praife,
Thou haft not lov'd..

Or,

Or, if thou haft not broke from company
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me,
Thou haft not lov'd.-

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 4.

LOVER'S COMMENDATION.

.What you do,

Still betters what is done. When you speak, (fweet)
I'd have you do it ever; when you fing,
I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms;
Pray fo; and for the ord'ring your affairs,
To fing them too. When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o'th' fea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo,

And own no other function. Each your doing,
So fingular in each particular,

Crowns what you're doing in the prefent deeds,

That all your acts are queens.

The Winter's Tale, A. 4, Sc. 3..

LOVER's vow.

I fwear to thee by Cupid's frongest bow, .I
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the fimplicity of Venus dones,

By that which knitteth fosils, and profpers loves;
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queen,
When the falfe Trojan under fail was feen;
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever woman fpoke;
In that fame place thou haft appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee,

A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 1. Sc. 1.

MACBETH'S

CHARACTER

Yet do I fear thy nature;

It is too full o'the milk of human kindness,

To catch the neareft way: thou would'st be great;
Art not without ambition, but without

The illness fhould attend it. What thou would'st highly,
That would'st thou holily; would't not play falfe,
And yet would't wrongly win; thou'dft have great

Glamis,

That which cries, thus thou must do, if thou have it;

And

And that which rather thou doft fear to do,

Thou wishest should be undone.

Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 5.

MAD N E S S.

By mine honefty,

If the be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddeft frame of sense;
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.

M

Meafure for Measure, A. 5. Sc. 1.

AGISTRATE.

He who the fword of heav'n will bear,

Should be as holy as fevere :
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor lefs to others paying,
Than by felf-offences weighing.
Shame on him, whofe cruel ftriking,
Kills for faults of his own liking!
Twice treble fhame to Angelo,
To weed my vice, and let his grow!
Oh, what may man within him hide,
Tho' angel on the outward fide!
How may that likeness made in crimes,
Making practice on the times,

Draw with idle fpider's ftrings

Moft pond'rous and fubftantial things!

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

MAID SHONOUR.

The honour of a maid is her name, and no

legacy is fo rich as honefty.

All's Well that Ends Well, A.

M A N.

This man, lady, hath robb'd many beafts of their particular additions: he is valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant; a man unto whom nature hath fo crouded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome

ftain of it he is melancholy without caufe, and merry against the hair: he hath the joints of every thing; but every thing fo out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands, and no ufe; or purblinded Argus, eyes, and no fight. Troilus and Creffida, A. 1. Sc. 2.

all

-Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and fuch like, the fpice and falt that feafon a man?

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

Ibid.

Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 2..

Oft it chances, in fome particular men,

That for fome vicious mole of nature in them,
As in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot chufe its origin)

By the o'er-growth of fome complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reafon;
Or by fome habit, that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plaufive manners ;-that these men
Carrying, I fay the stamp of one defect;
Being nature's livery or fortune's ftar ;
Their virtues elfe (be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man can undergo)

Shall in the general cenfure take corruption
From that particular fault. The dram of bafe
Doth all the noble substance of worth out,

To his own fcandal.

Ibid. Sc. 4.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reafon! How infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how exprefs and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehenfion, how like a god! The beauty of the, world! the paragon of animals.

What is man?

Ibid. A. 2. Sc.

If his chief good, and market of his time,

2.

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