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See, where she comes, apparell'd like the spring. P. P. i. 1.
Flora, peering in April's front.


Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Travell❜d gallants

W.T. iv. 3.

That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.


I'll be sworn thou art;

L. L. v. 2.

H. VIII. i. 3.

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon.

T. N. i. 4. A gentleman born, master parson, who writes himself armigero; on any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero.


We are gentlemen,

That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,

Envy the great, nor do the low despise.


M. W. i. 1.

P. P. ii. 3.

Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads. M. V. i. 1.

For it is, as the air, invulnerable,

And our vain blows malicious mockery.

H. i. 1.

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

Angels, and ministers of grace, defend us!

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,

That I will speak to thee.

But, soft: behold! lo where it comes again!

H. i. 4.

I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use a voice,

Speak to me.

H. i. 1.

What may this mean,

That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

Making night hideous; and we, fools of nature,
So horridly to shake our disposition,


With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

Say, why is this?

My hour is almost come,

When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames

H. i. 4.

Must render up myself.

H. i. 5.

O, answer me:

Why thy canoniz'd bones, hears'd in death,

Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell,

Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd

Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,

To cast thee up again.

H. i. 4.

Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too,—

If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send

Those that we bury, back, our monuments

Shall be the maws of kites.

M. iii. 4.

The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me

Two several times by night: at Sardis, once;

And, this last night, here in Philippi fields.
I know, my hour is come.

J.C. v. 5.


Well, God give them wisdom that have it: and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

T. N. i. 5.

L. L. iv. 1.

A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.

Gifts then seem

Most precious, when the giver we esteem.

Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,


More quick than words, do move a woman's mind.

T. G. iii. 1.

She prizes not such trifles as these are:

The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,

But not deliver'd.

W.T. iv. 3.

Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts.

I am not in the giving vein to day.


Glory is like a circle in the water,

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

"Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.

M. W. i. 1.

R. III. iv. 2.

H.VI. PT. I. i. 2.

GOLD (See also MONEY).
Saint-seducing gold.

O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,

That solder'st close impossibilities,

R. J. i. L

And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue,

To every purpose!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

T. A. iv. 3.

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry;

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower,
The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs are pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,

Are murder'd for our pains.

And 'tis gold

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief;
Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man: what
Can it not do, and undo?

Cym. ii. 3.

Thus much of this, will make black white; foul, fair;
Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant.
Ha, ye gods! Why this? What, this, you gods? Why this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides;
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
This yellow slave

Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench: this is it,
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spital house, and ulcerous sores,
Would cast the gorge at; this embalms and spices
To the April day again.

T. A. iv. 3.

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.

R. J. v. 1.


See, sons,-what things you are!
How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her object.
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Would tempt into a close exploit of death?
I know a discontented gentleman,
Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.
O thou touch of hearts!

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

R. III. iv. 2.

R. III. iv. 2.

T. A. iv. 3.


My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me, he is sufficient. M.V. i. 3.


When good manners shall lie all in one or hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. GOODNESS TO BE ALWAYS PREFERRED.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. GOOD THINGS.

Well, I cannot last for ever: But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If you will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. H. IV. PT. II. i. 2.


How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. GORMANDIZING.

two men's R. J. i. 5.

M. iv. 3.


One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out ere he pluck one. A. W. i. 3.

M.V. v. i.

L. L. i. 1.

Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits.
Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace:
Leave gormandizing.
Å. IV. PT. II. v. 5.
Thou shalt not gormandize,
As thou has done with me:
And sleep, and snore, and rend apparel out. M.V. ii. 5.


A grandam's name is little less in love, Than is the doating title of a mother; They are as children, but one step below; Even of your mettle, of your very blood. GRATITUDE.

I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Which I did store to be my foster nurse,
When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;
Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to mine age.

Kind gentleman, your pains
Are register'd, where every day I turn
The leaf to read them.

A. Y. ii. 3.
Thou canst not in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent
follower of mine.
Cym. iii. 5.

Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.

R. III. iv. 4.

Would thou had'st less deserv'd;
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine!


And let my grave-stone be your oracle. GRAVITATION.

H. VI. PT. II. ii. 1.

M. i. 3.


Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.
Let us

Find out the prettiest daisied spot we can,
And make him, with our pikes and partizans,
A grave.


There are a sort of men, whose visages
Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond;

M. i. 4.

Cym. iv. 2.

T. A. v. 3.

And you may know by my size, that I have a kind
of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell,
I should down.
M.W. iii. 5.

Tit. And. i. 2.

H.V. ii. 1.

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