fhould accompany old age, as honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I muft not look to have; but in their ftead, curfes, not loud, but deep!

Macbeth, A& IV.

Hon. L-1 D-R.

But when shall we fet the favage bull's horns on the fenfible Benedick's head? yea, and underneath, Here dwells Benedick the married man!"

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Oh, good old man! how well in thee The conftant fervice of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of thofe times.

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As You Like It, A& III.

Lady Lou Sa Manner
Le SA

A maiden never bold :

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Of spirit so still, and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at itself; and fhe, in fpight of Nature, • To fall in love with what fhe fear'd to look on!

Earl of AB-R---N.

Othello, A&I

There are a fort of men, whofe visages
Do cream, and mantle like a ftanding pond,
And do a wilful ftillness entertain,

With purpose to be dreft in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;

As

As who fhould fay, I am Sir Oracle,

And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

Merch. of Ven. A& I.

Mifs MODES -TH.

Miftrefs, know yourself, down on your knees,
And thank heav'n, fafting, for a good man's love;
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,

Sell when you can, you are not for all markets.
Cry the man mercy: love him, take his offer.

As You Like It, A&t III.

Here, afore heaven,

I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand

Do not finile at me, that I boast her off!

For thou shalt find, fhe will out-flep all praife,
And make it halt behind.

-Thou giv'ft fo long, I fear

Thou wilt give thyfelf away in paper shortly.

Timon of Athens.

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CAMP.

Lady AUG. CAMP L.

Tempests themselves, high feas, and howling winds,

As having sense of beauty do omit

Their mortal natures, letting foft go by

The divine Defdemona!

The devil a puritan he is, or any thing conftantly, but a time pleafer, an affected afs, that cons State without book, and utters it by great fwaths the best perfuaded of himself; fo cramm'd as he thinks with excellencies, that it is ground of faith, that all that look on him---love him.

Twelfth Night, A& I.

Mr. S-KES.

I know you are now, Sir, a Gentleman born,
Ay, and have been fo any time these four hours.
Winter's Tale, A& V.

A pox of fuch antic-lifping, affected phantafies; - these new tuners of accents! Why, is not this a lamentable thing, that we should be thus tormented with these strange flies, thefe fashion-mongers--thefe pardoney moys?

Rom. and Jul. A& I.

Capt. AysGH.

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O! that's a brave man! he writes brave ver

fes! fpeaks brave words! fwears brave oaths!

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and breaks them bravely. But all's brave that youth mounts, and folly guides!

As you like it, A& I...

Lady C. M.

The hand that made you fair, hath made you good; the goodness that is cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; his grace being the loat of your complexion, fhall keep the body of it ever fair.

Fathers, from hence truft not your daughter's mind

By what you fee them act.

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Hon. T. ONS W.

Othello, A&t

Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder i'th' fun practising behaviour to his own fhadow this half hour.. Obferve him for the love of mockery!

Goodman Verges, Sir, fpeaks a little of the matter; an old man, Sir, and his wits are not fo blunt, as, God help, I would defire they were; but in faith as honeft as the fkin between his bro v5.

Lady C

-Under your patience.

Much Ado, A& III.

"Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning: Jove fhield your husband from his hounds to-day s 'Tis pity they should take him for a Stag.

He'll rhyme you fo eight years together, dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted; it is the right butter-woman's rate to market;- this is the very falfe gallop of verfe; why do you infect yourfelf with them?

As You Like It, A& III.

Mrs. MON GUE.

For in her age

There is a prone, and fpeechless dialect,

Such as moves men! befides she hath profperous art When the will play with reafon, and difcourfe;

And well she can persuade.

Meaf. for Meaf. Aa I.

Duke