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By Jupiter, an angel ! or, if not,
An earthly paragon!
Cym. iii. 6.
A wither'd hermit, five score winters worn,
Might shake off fifty looking in her eye. L. L. iv. 3.
The most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That e'er the sun shone bright on.
W.T. v. 1.
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on :
Lady, you are the cruellest she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.
T. N. i. 5.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. T. i. 2.
Her sunny locks
Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. M.V. i. 1.
As plays the sun upon the glassy streams;
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
H.VI. Pt. 1. v. 3.
This is such a creature,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all professors else; make proselytes
Of who she but bid follow.
W.T. v. 1.
I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street
And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,
And, breathless, power breathe forth.
A.C. ii, 2.
All hearts in love use their own tongues ;
Let every eye negociate for itself,
And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch,
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. M. A. ii. 1.
She speaks :-
O speak again, bright angell for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing.clouds,
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
R. J. ii. 2.
O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. R. J. i. 5.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. L. L. ii. 1.
She's a most exquisite lady.
0. ii. 3.
She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd:
She is a woman; therefore to be won. H. VI. PT. I. v. 3.
It shall be inventoried; and every particle, and utensil, labelled to my will; as, item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them ; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth.
T. N. i. 4.
I know a wench of excellent discourse,
Pretty, and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle. C. E. iii. 1.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. A.Y. i. 3.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
K. L. iii. 2.
When in the chronicle of wasted time,
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,
Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's hest,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face !
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !
Dove-feather'd raven I wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain !
0, nature !-what had'st thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?
Was ever book, containing such vile matter,
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace !
R. J. üi. 2.
O beauty! where's thy faith!
T.C. v. 2.
Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey sauce to
A.V. üi. 3 BEDLAM BEGGARS.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
Strike in their
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheep cotes, and mills,
Sometimes with lunatic bans, sometimes with prayers,
Inforce their charity.
K. L. ii. 3. BEES.
So work the honey bees ;
Creatures, that by a rule in nature teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts ;
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ;
Which pillage they with merry march bring home,
To the tent-royal of their emperor ;
Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey ;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The sad-ey'd justice, with his gurly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.
H.T i. 2. BEGGARS.
The adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.
H. VI. PT. II. i. 4.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say,—there is no sin, but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say,--there is no vice but beggary. K. J. i. 2.
What I a young knave, and beg! Is there not wars ? is there not employment? Doth not the king lack subjects ? Do not the rebels need soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it.
H. IV. PT. II. i. 2.
Speak with me, pity me, open the door,
A beggar begs that never begg'd before. R. II. v. 3.
You taught me first to beg; and now, methinks,
You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd.
M.V. iv. l.
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go!
Trudge, plod, away, o'th' hoof; seek shelter, pack!
M.W. i. 3.
T. i. 2. BENEDICTION (See also SALUTATION).
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew!
Cym. v. 5.
May he live!
Longer than I have time to tell his years !
Ever belov'd, and loving may his rule be!
And when old Time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument! A. VIII. ii. 1.
Bless thy five wits.
K. L. iii. 4
And make me die a good old man !
That is the butt end of a mother's blessing;
I marvel that her grace did leave it out. R. III. ü. 2
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!
C. i. 5.
All the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurell’d victory! and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet.
A.C. 1. 3.
Mars dote on you for his novices.
A.W. ii. 1. BEWAILINGS (See also LAMENTATION).
Where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike.
T. i. 2
What care these roarers for the name of king ? T. i. 1 BIOGRAPHY.
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
T. v. 1. BIRDS, ENCAGED.
Such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts,
At last, by notes of household harmony,
They quite forget their loss of liberty.
H. VI. PT. III. iv. 6.
Black, forsooth, coal black as jet. H. VI. PT. 11. ii. 1.
Coal black is better than another hủe,
In that it scorns to bear another hue. Tit. And. iv. 2.
All the water in the ocean
Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Tit. And. iv. 2.
Black is the badge of hell,
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night. L. L. iv. 3.
You shall not sin,
If yon do say, we think him over proud,
And under honest.
T. C. ü. 3. BLEMISHES.
In nature, there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind :
Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'er-flourished by the devil. T. N. iii. 4.
Read not my blemishes in the world's report:
I have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule.
A.C. ii. 3.
BLOT (See also STAIN).
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven.
R. II. iv. 1. BLUNTNESS.
This is some fellow,
Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature. He can't flatter, he !
An honest man and plain,-he must speak truth:
An they will take it, 80; if not, he's plain.
This kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness,
Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly ducking observants,
That stretch their duties nicely.
K. L. ii. 2.
I am no orator as Brutus is :
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
Thật love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood : I only speak right on. J.C. iii. 2.
The heart's meteors tilting in the face.
C. E. iv. 2.