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What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was now a king, and now is clay ?

KING JOHN, a. 5, s. 7.

PRESAGINGS OF EVIL.

A MOTE it is, to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,-
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on,-
Have heaven and earth together démonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.—

HAMLET, A. 1, s. 1.

PRESCIENCE DEFECTIVE.
He had not apprehension

Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment

Is oft the cure of fear.

CYMBELINE, A. 4, s. 2.

PRESCIENCE OF CHARACTER AN
ATTRIBUTE OF THE GREAT.

LET me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights:
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear,

I do not know the man I should avoid

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks

Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,

As thou dost, Antony; he hears no musick:
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

JULIUS CESAR, A. 1, s. 2.

PRESTIGE.

THERE'S such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will.

HAMLET, A. 4, s. 5.

PREVENTION BETTER THAN CURE.

A LITTLE fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 4, s. 8.

PRIDE.

SUCH a nature,

Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon.

GLOSTER.

CORIOLANUS, A. 1, s. 1.

PRIDE OF BIRTH.

I was born so high:

Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top,

And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. Q. MARGARET. And turns the sun to shade; -alas! alas!

Witness my son, now in the shade of death: Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath

Hath in eternal darkness folded up.

Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :-
O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it;

As it was won with blood, lost be it so!

BUCKINGHAM. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.

Q. MAR. Urge neither charity nor shame

to me;

Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,-
And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!

K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 3.

PROCRASTINATION.

IN delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 1, s. 4.

PRODIGALITY.

You must consider, that a prodigal course
Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 3, s. 4.

QUARREL OF FRIENDS DOUBLY
BITTER.

MEASURELESS liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!—
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my
grave lords,

Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion
(Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that
must bear

My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust
The lie unto him.

Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound!
you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

If

Flutter'd your Volsces in Corioli:

Alone I did it.-Boy!

CORIOLANUS, A. 5, s. 5.

RANKS AND DEGREES.

So man and man should be;

But clay and clay differs in dignity,

Whose dust is both alike.

CYMBELINE, A. 4, s. 2.

RECOGNITION IN THE FLESH.

WHAT! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh

Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better spar'd a better man.
O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
If I were much in love with vanity.
Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :-
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 5, s. 4.

RELIGIOUS FAITH MAKES
OBSTINATE WARRIORS.

COME, we will all put forth; body, and goods.
'Tis more than time: And, my most noble lord,
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,-
The gentle archbishop of York is up,
With well-appointed powers; he is a man,
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son had only but the corps,
But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight:
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions; that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and
souls,

This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond: But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion :

Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,

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