when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the fky changes when they are wives: I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey. I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain and I will do that, when you are disposed to be merry: I will laugh like a hyen, and that when you are inclined to fleep..

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As You Like It. A. 4. Sc. 1.

CAUTION.

-Hear you me, Jeffica.

Lock up my doors; and, when you hear the drum,
And the vile fqueaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
Clamber not you up to the cafements then,
Nor thrust your head into the public street,
To gaze on Chriftian fools with varnish'd faces;
But ftop my houfe's ears; I mean my cafements:
Let not the found of fhallow foppery enter
My fober houfe.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 5.

Oh, Buckingham! beware of yonder dog;
Look, when he fawns he bites; and when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death.

Have not to do with him; beware of him.

Sin, death, and hell, have fet their marks upon him, And all their minifters attend on him.

Richard III. A. 1. Sc.

CEREMONY.

-Nay, my lords, ceremony

Was but devis'd at first

To fet a glofs on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, forry ere 'tis fhown;

3.

But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sc. 2.

Tell your Nephew,

The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world

In praise of Harry Percy. By my hopes,
(This prefent enterprife fet off his head)
I do not think a braver gentleman,
More active valiant, or more valiant young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deed.
For my part, I may fpeak it to my shame,
I have been a truant to chivalry;

And fo, I hear, he doth account me too.
Yet this before my father's majesty :
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great name and eftimation,
And will, to fave the blood on either fide,
Try fortune with him in a fingle fight.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 5. Sc. I.

CHANCE.

In my fchool-days, when I had loft one fhaft,
I fhot his fellow of the felf-fame flight

The self-fame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; by vent'ring both,
I oft found both. I urge this childhood proof,
Becaufe what follows is pure innocence.
I owe you much, and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is loft; but if
you please
To fhoot another arrow that fame way
Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
As I will watch the aim, or to find both,
Or bring your latter hazard back again,
And thankfully reft debtor for the firft.

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

CHARM DISSOLVED.

-The charm diffolves apace; And as the morning fteals upon the night, Melting the darkness, fo their rifing fenfes Begin to chafe th'ign'rant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.

The Tempeft, A. 5. Sc. 1.

CHASTITY.

Were I under the terms of death,

Th'im

Th'impreffion of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And trip myself to death, as to a bed

That longing I've been fick for, ere I'dyield
My body up to shame.

Measure for Measure, A. 2. Sc. 3.

My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i'th'world
In me to lofe.

All's Well that Ends Well, A. 4., Sc. z

The noble Sifter of Publicola,

The moon of Rome, chafte as the icicle

That's curdled by the froft from pureft fnow,

And hangs on Dian's temple.

Coriolanus, A. 5. Sc. 3.

CHEAR FULNESS.

-Let me play the fool.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why fhould a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandfire cut in alabaster ?

Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish?

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

CLEOPATRA.

(Her Character.).

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy

The appetites they feed, but the makes hungry
When moft fhe fatisfies.

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

Cleopatra's failing down the River Cydnus. The barge the fat in, like a burnish'd throne Burnt on the water: the poop was beaten gold, Purple the fails, and fo perfumed that

C 2.

The

The winds were love-fick with them; th'oars were

filver,

Which to the tune of flutes kept ftroke, and made
The waters which they beat to follow fafter,
As amorous of their ftrokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all defcription: fhe did lie

In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tiffue)
O'erpicturing that Venus, where we fee

The fancy outwork Nature: on each fide her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cupids,
With diverfe-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid,-did.

Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids,

So many mermaids, tended her i'the eyes,
And made their bends adornings at the helm
A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackles
Swell with the touches of thofe flower-foft hands
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A trange invifible perfume hits the fenfe
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city caft
Her people out upon her; and Anthony,
Enthroned in the market-place, did fit alone,
Whistling to the air, which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in Nature.

Ibid.

COMPA SSIO N.
O! I have fuffer'd

With thofe that I faw fuffer: a brave veffel

(Who had no doubt fome noble creatures in her)
Dafh'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock
Against my very heart: poor fouls, they perifh'd!
Had I been any god of pow'r, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere
It should the good fhip fo have swallow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.

The Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. 2.

O, my dear father! Reftoration, hang
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kifs

Repair

Repair thofe violent harms that my two fifters.
Have in thy reverence made!

Had you not been their father, these white flakes.
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
To be expos'd against the warring winds ?

To ftand against the deep dread-bolted thunder ?
In the most terrible and nimble ftroke

Of quick, cross lightning? To watch (poor perdu !)
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,

Though he had bit me, fhould have stood that night
Against my fire. And waft thou fain, poor father!
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
In fhort and mufty ftraw? Alack alack!
"Tis wonder that thy life and wits, at once,,
Had not concluded all.

· King Lear, A. 4. Sc. 7.

COMPLAINT.

The frequent injuftice of it.)

This is the excellent foppery of the world: that when we are fick in fortune (often the furfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our own disasters, the fun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by neceffity; fools by heavenly compulfion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by fpherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an inforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on.

Ibid. A. 1. Sc. 2..

CONCEALED LOVE.
She never told her love;

But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: fhe pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She fat, like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at Grief.

Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 3,.

CONCEITE D MAN.

Our court, you know, is haunted

With a refined traveller of Spain;

C 3

A man