-There is a fpecial providence in the fall of a parrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come; the readiness is all. Since no man knows aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes? Ibid. A. 5. Sc. 2
Makes thee the happier. Heavens deal fo ftill!
Let the fuperfluous and luft-dieted man,
That flaves your ordinance, that will not fee
Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly;
So diftribution fhould undo excefs,
And each man have enough.
True fwains in love, fhall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes
Full of proteft, of oath, and big compare,
Want fimiles, truth tired with iteration,
"As true as fteel, as plantage to the moon,
As fun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to the center;"
Yet, after all comparifons of truth,
As truth's authentic author to be cited,
"As true as Troilus" fhall crown up the verfe, And fanctify the numbers.
Troilus and Creffida, A. 3. Sc.
If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth,
When time is old, and have forgot itself;
When water-drops have worn the ftones of Troy,
And blind oblivion fwallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterlefs are grated
To dufty nothing; yet let memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falfehood! When they have faid-as falle
As air, as water, wind, or fandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her fon;
Yea, let them fay, to ftick the heart of falsehood,
PUNCTUALITY.
I'll give thrice fo much land
To any well-deferving friend;
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
Henry IV. Part I. A. 3. Sc. 1,
PUNISHMENT.
The Law hath not been dead, though it hath flept:
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
If the first man, that did the edi&t infringe,
Had answer'd for his deed.
Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glafs that fhews what future evils,
Or new, or by remiffness new-conceiv'd,
And fo in progrefs to be hatch'd and born,
Are now to have no fucceffive degrees;
But here they live, to end. Measure for Meafure, A. 2. Sc. I.
O dear discretion, how his words are fuited!
The fool hath planted in his memory
An army of good words; and I do know
A many fools that ftand in better place,
Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter.
The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. &c. 5.
I hate him, for he is a Christian :
But more, for that in low fimplicity
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of ufance here, with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our facred nation; and he rails,
Ev'n there, where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls intereft Curfed be my tribe,
If I forgive him! The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 3.
RAPTURE.
O thou day o' th' world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness, to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4. Sc. j.
RASHNESS OF
I beseech your Majefty to make it
Natural rebellion dene i' th' blade of youth,
When oil and fire, too ftrong for reason's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on.
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 5. Sc. j.
I am not mad; this hair I tear is mine:
My name is Conftance; I was Geffry's wife:
Young Arthur is my fon, and he is loft!
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were!
For then, 'tis like, I fhould forget myself.
Oh, if I could, what grief should I forget!
Preach fome Philofophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, Cardinal :
For, being not mad, but fenfible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reafon
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself.
If I were mad, I fhould forget my fon,
Or madly think a babe of clouts were he :
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
'The different plague of each calamity.
Father Cardinal, I have heard you fay,
That we shall fee and know our friends in heaven.
If that be, I fhall fee my boy again;
For, fince the birth of Cain, the firft male child,
To him that did but yesterday fufpire,
'There was not fuch a gracious creature born.
But now will canker forrow eat my bud,
And chafe the native beauty from his cheek;
And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
And fo he'll die; and rifing fo again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven,
I fhall not know him: therefore never, never,
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
RECOMMENDATION.
(A Death-bed one.)
Sir-I moft humbly pray you to deliver
This to my Lord the King-
In which Í have commended to his goodness
The model of our chafte loves-his young daughter.
The dews of heaven fall thick in bleffings on her!
Befeeching him to give her virtuous breeding;
(She is young, and of a noble, modeft nature;
I hope the will deferve well;) and a little
To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him,
Heaven knows how dearly! My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that fo long
Have followed both my fortunes faithfully:
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
(And now I should not lye) but will deserve,
For virtue, and true beauty of the foul,
For honesty, and decent carriage,
A right good husband: let him be a noble ;
And fure those men are happy that shall have 'em.
The laft is, for my men. They are the pooreft;
But poverty could never draw them from me ;-
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
And fomething over, to remember me by:
If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life,
And abler means-we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents: and, good my Lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world,
As you wish Chriftian peace to fouls departed,
Stand thefe poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.
Henry VIII. A. 4. Sc. 2..
REGRE T.
It fo falls out,
That what we have, we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and loft,.
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Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue that poffeffion would not fhew us
Whilft it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear fhe dy'd upon his words,
Th' idea of her life thall fweetly creep
Into his ftudy of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit;
More moving delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and profpect of his foul,
Than when the liv'd indeed.
Much Ado About Nothing, A. 4. Sc. I.
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full difgrace. Beft of my flesh,
Forgive my tyranny; but do not fay,
For that, forgive our Romans.-O, a kiss
Long as my exile, fweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous, queen of heaven, that kifs
I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
Hath virgin'd it e'er fince.-Ye Gods, I prate,
And the moft noble mother of the world
Leave unfaluted: fink my knees i' th' earth;
Of thy deep duty more impreffion fhew
Than that of common fons.
REMEDY OF EVILS.
Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lie,
Which we afcribe to heaven. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull
Our flow defigns, when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love fo high,
That makes me fee, and cannot feed my eye?
The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings,
To join like likes; and kifs, ike native things.
Impoffible be ftrange attempts, to thofe
That weigh their pain in sense; and do suppose
What hath been, cannot be.
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 1, Sc.2
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