INFATUATION,-continued. Eating the air on promise of supply, Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, INFECTION. H. IV. PT. II. i. 3. And one infect another Against the wind a mile. INFIRMITY. Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, GREATNEB NOT EXEMPT from. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake: C. i. 4. K. L. ii. 4. And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, INFLEXIBILITY. (See also BOND). J.C. i. 2. You may as well go stand upon the beech, Swear his thought over M. V. ir. 1. W.T. i. 2. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: There's no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger. C. v. 4. With one that I have bred? The gods!—It smites me A. C. v. 2. Beneath the fall I have. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thou art not so unkind Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen Although thy breath be rude. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh, Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. I hate ingratitude more in a man, Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or I have kept back their foes While they have told their money; and let out Pr'ythee lead me in: To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, A. I. ii. 7. T. N. iii. 4. T. A. iii. 5. I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age I had my trial; H. VIII. iii. 2. And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,-Both Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most; INGRATITUDE,-continued. Heaven has an end in all; yet, you that hear me, Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, H.VIII. ii. 1. For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel; For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. J.C. iii. 2. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As done. T. C. iii. 3. Ingratitude is monstrous: and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude. I am rapt, and cannot cover The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude With any size of words. Being fed by us, you us'd us so, As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, C. ii. 3. T. A. v. 1. That even our love durst not come near your sight, FILIAL (See also CHILDREN). H. IV. PT. I. v. 1. Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, For lifting food to't? Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend; More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child, Beloved Regan, Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied I can scarce speak to thee. K. L. iii. 4. K. L. i. 4 K. L. ii. 4. INHUMANITY. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer O, be thou damn'd, inexorable dog! And for thy life let justice be accurs'd. Thou almost makʼst me waver in my faith That souls of animals infuse themselves INJURED MAN. INN. M.V. iv. 1. M. V. iv. 1. He hath wronged me; indeed, he hath;-at a word, he hath;-believe me ;-Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd. M. W. i. 1. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. T. N. v. 1. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked. H. IV. PT. I. iii. 3. INNOCENCE. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. Poems. Poems. The trust I have is in mine innocence. I humbly thank your highness: And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff There's none stands under more calumnious tongues Than I myself. We do not know How he may soften at the sight o' the child; Persuades, when speaking fails. Did I not tell you she was innocent? A thousand blushing apparitions start H.VIII. v. 1. W.T. ii. 2. M. A. v. 4. M. A. iv. 1. INNOCENCE,-continued. If powers divine Behold our human actions, (as they do) W.T. iii. 2. A.C. ii. 5. ITSELF, NOT EXEMPT FROM MISFORTUNE. INNOVATION. Thus we debase The nature of our seats, and make the rabble Call our cares, fears; which will in time break ope INSANITY. We are not ourselves, when nature, being oppress'd, INSECURITY. C. iii. 1. K. L. ii. 4 We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice M. iii. 2. I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in M. iii. 4. INSINUATION. Thou cried'st, Indeed? And didst contract and purse thy brow together, O. iii. 3. C. E. iii. 2. A. C. v. 2. But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am. There is a kind of character in thy life, W.T. iv. 3. M. M. i. 1. |