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WARLIKE SPIRIT.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breaft of every man :
They fell the pasture now to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Chriftian kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries;
For now fits expectation in the air,

And hides a fword from hilts unto the point
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets,
Promis'd to Harry and his followers.

King Henry V. A. 2. Sc. 1.

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 ease into his feat,
As if an angel dropt from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus,

And witch the world with noble horfemanship.

Henry IV. Part Ï. A. 4. Sc. 2.

WIFE.

-I do think it is their husband's faults,

If wives do fall: fay that they flack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps;

Or elfe break out in peevish jealoufies,

Throwing restraint upon us; or fay they ftrike us,
Or fcant our former having in despight:

Why we have galls; and though we have fome grace,

Yet have we fome revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have fenfe like them; they fee, and smell,
And have their palates both for fweet and four,
As husbands have-What is it they do
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is. And doth affection breed it?
I think it doth. Is it frailty that thus errs?
It is fo too. And have not we affections,
Defires for fport, and frailty, as men have?
Then let them ufe us well: elfe let them know,

The ills we do, their ills inftru&t us to. Othello, A. 4. Sc. 2.

WIFE'S DUTY.

Fie! fie unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not fcornful glances from thofe eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill feeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty
Will deign to fip or touch one drop of it.
Thy hufband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labour, both by fea and land,
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou lieft warm at home, fecure and fafe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for fo great a debt.
Such duty as the fubject owes the prince,
Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, fullen, four,
And not obedient to his honeft will,
What is the but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am afham'd that women are fo fimple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway,

When they are bound to ferve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and fmooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our foft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?

The Taming of the Shrew, A. 5. Sc. 2.

WILFULNESS.

-O, fir, to wilful men,

The injuries that they themselves procure,

Must be their schoolmasters. King Lear, A. 2. Sc. 13.

WILL.

-"Tis in ourfelves that we are thus and thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: fo that if we will plant nettles, or fow lettuce; fet hyffop, and weed up thyme; fupply it with one gender of herbs, or diftract it with many: either have it fteril with idlenefs, or manured with induftry; why the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reafon to poife another offe nfuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to moft prepofterous conclufions. Othello, A. 1. Sc. 3.

WINTER.

When ificles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail ;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly fings the ftaring owl,
To whit! to who! a merry note,
While greafy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parfon's faw,
And birds it brooding in the fnow,
And Marian's nofe looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hifs in the bowl,
Then nightly, &c.

WISDOM

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5. Sc. 2.

AND FORTUNE.

Wisdom and Fortune combating together,

If that the former dare but what it can,

No chance may shake it. Aut. and Cleop. A. 3. Sc. 9.

WITCHES.

What are thefe,

So wither'd, and fo wild in their attire,

That look not like the inhabitants o' th' earth,
And yet are on't? Live you, or are you aught

That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You fhould be women;

But

But yet your beards forbid me to interpret,

That you are fo.

Macbeth, A 1. Sc. 3.

WITCHES POWER.

I conjure you by that which you profefs,
(Howe'er you come to know it) answer me:
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yefty waves
Confound and fwallow navigation up;

Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down;
Though caftles topple on their warders heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do flope

Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of Nature's germins tumble all together,
Even till deftruction ficken; answer me

To what I ask you.

Ibid. A. 4. Sc. L.

WOLSEY'S CHARACTER.

You are meek and humble.

You fign your place and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility; but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, fpleen, and pride.
You have by fortune, and his Highness' favours,
Gone flightly o'er low fteps; and now are mounted
Where powers are your retainers; and your words,
Domeftics to you, ferve your will as 't please
Yourself pronounce their office. I muft tell you,
You tender more your perfon's honour, than
Your high profeffion spiritual.

King Henry VIII. A. 2. Sc. 6.

WOMAN'S FEARS.

Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am fick and capable of fears;

Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears;
A widow, hufbandlefs, fubject to fears;

A woman naturally born to fears:

And though thou now confefs thou didst but jeft,
With my vex'd fpirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.

King John, A. 3. Sc. I.

WOMAN.

WOMAN IN MAN'S APPAREL.
I'll hold thee any wager,

When we are both apparell'd like young men,
I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
And wear my dagger with a braver grace;
And speak between the change of man and boy,
With a reed voice; and turn two mincing steps
Into a manly ftride; and fpeak of frays,
Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lyes,
How honourable ladies fought my love,
Which I denying, they fell fick, and died;
I could not do with all: then I'll repent,
And wish, for all that, that I had not kill'd them.
And twenty of these puny lyes I'll tell ;

That men fhall fwear I've difcontinued school
Above a twelvemonth. I have in my mind
A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks,
Which I will practise.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. 4.

-Were 't not better,

Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtelax upon my thigh,

A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart,
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have,
That do outface it with their femblances.

As You Like It, A. 1. Sc. 3.

You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience; fear and nicenefs,
The handmaids of all women, or more truly
Woman its pretty felf, to waggifh courage;
Ready in gybes, quick-anfwer'd, faucy, and
As quarrellous as the weazel: nay, you must
Forget that rareft treasure of your cheek;
Expofing it (but, oh, the harder heart!
Alack, no remedy) to the greedy touch
Of common-kiffing Titan; and forget
Your labourfome and dainty trims, wherein
You have made Juno angry.

Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 4.

WOMEN.

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