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Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.

King Henry VIII. Act üi. Sc. 2
I charge thee, fling away ambition :
By that sin fell the angels.

Ibida Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!

Ibid. Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Ibid. A royal train, believe me.

Act iv. Sc. 1. An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity !

Sc. 2. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Ibid. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! Ibid.

He was a man Of an unbounded stomach.

Ibid. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. 1


1 For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble ; and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste. — Sir THOMAS MORE: Richard III. and his miserable End.

All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Philaster, act v. sc. 3. L'injure se grave en métal ; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde. (An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.)

JEAN BERTAUT. Circa 1611.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.

King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely.

Ibid. After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

Ibid. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Sc. 3.1


Ibid. 1

'T is a cruelty
To load a falling man.
You were ever good at sudden commendations.

I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence.

Ibid.? They are too thin and bare to hide offences.

Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations. A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Ibid. my labour for my travail.'

Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.

Sc. 5.2


I have had

Act v. Sc. 2 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. * Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. • Labour for his pains. – EDWARD MOORE: The Boy and his Rainbow. Labour for their pains. – CERVANTES : Don Quixote. The Author's


Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy. * Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come.

Modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.

Act ii. Sc. 2. The common curse of mankind, — folly and ignorance.

Sc. 3. All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

Act ii. Sc. 2. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.

Sc. 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Ibid. And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

Ibid. And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.

Ibid. His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.

Act iv. Sc. 5. The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.

Ibid. Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3.

1 Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one. — PUBLIUS SYRUS : Maxim 1042.


Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

Coriolanus. Act ü. Sc. 1. A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

Ibid. Many-headed multitude.?

Sc. 3.
I thank


voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices.

Ibid. Hear this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you His absolute "shall” ?

Act ii. Sc. I. Enough, with over-measure.

Ibid. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder.

Ibid. That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. .

Sc. 2. Serv. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Under the canopy.

Act iv. Sc. 6. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine.

Ibid. Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.

Act v. Sc. 3. If you have writ your annals true, 't is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd


Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy!

Sc. 6.8 Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2.

1 When flowing cups pass swiftly round
With no allaying Thames.

RICHARD LOVELACE : To Althea from Prison, ii See Sidney, page 34. • Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight.

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She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; easy

it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.

Act iv. Sc. 4
The weakest goes to the wall. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.
Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east.

As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Saint-seducing gold.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen’d by another's anguish.?

Sc. 2.
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.
0, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you !
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

Sc. 3.

Sc. 4.


1 See Heywood, page 18.

See Chapman, page 36.

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