DEGENERACY,-continued. For in the fatness of these pursy times, H. iii. 4. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two usuries, the mer- Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, As both of you, God pardon it! have done? H.IV. PT. 1. i. 3. The world is grown so bad, That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch; There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge DEGREES. R. III. i. 3. A. C. iii. 9. So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity Omission to do what is necessary DELAY (See also IRRESOLUTION, OPPORTUNITY). Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Sir, in delay Cym. iv. 2. T.C. iii. 3. We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. R.J.i.4. Is leaden servitor to dull delay; Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary. R. III. iv. 3. Let's be revenged on him; let's appoint him a meeting; O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; H. VIII. iv. 2. DELICACY OF IDLENESS. The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. DELIGHTS. All delights are vain; but that most vain, H. v. 1. Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. L. L. 1. 1. And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume; the sweetest honey Is loathsome in its own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; DELIRIUM OF THE DYING. O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, R. J. ii. 6. In their continuance will not feel themselves. Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, I am the cygnet to this pale-fac'd swan, Who chaunts a doleful hymn to his own death; And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. DELUSION (See also ILLUSION). 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; K.J. v. 7. Cym, iv. 2. In deepest consequence. M. i. 3. And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. M. v. 7. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, he must run mad. Thus may poor fools believe false teachers. This is the very coinage of your brain; Is very cunning in. T. N. ii. 5. Cym. iii. 4. Д, iii. 4. DELUSION,-continued. Alas, how is't with you? That you do bend your eyes on vacancy, Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: DENIAL OF JUSTICE (See also JUDGMENT, JUSTICE). Then, oh, you blessed ministers above, Keep me in patience; and, with ripen'd time, DEPRAVITY, YOUTHFUL. You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings; Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music, H. iii. 4. H. iii. 4 J.C. i. 3. M. M. v. 1. Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken; P.P. i. 1. DEPRIVATION OF THINGS DISCLOSES THEIR VALUE. A.C. i. 2. DERANGEMENT, MENTAL (See also DESPONDENCY, MADNESS). A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch; Past speaking of in a king. DESCRIPTION. K. L. iv. 6. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter ! DESDEMONA. A maid That paragons description, and wild fame; P. P. iv. 3. L. L. v. 2. DESDEMONA,-continued. One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,— Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,- Their mortal natures, letting go safely by DESERT. 0. ii. 1. O. ii. 1. Use every man according to his desert, and who shall escape whipping? use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is. in your bounty. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it, But let desert in pure election shine. DESERTION. H. ii. 2. M. M. v. 1. Tit. And. i. 1. Happy! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious. Blessed be those, Which seasons comfort. Cym. 1.7. DESOLATION. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost. Then was I as a tree W.T. v. 3. Whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, DESOLATION,-continued. Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, Cym. iii. 3. That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, ́H. VIII. iii. 1. Alack, and what shall good old York there see, And what cheer there for welcome but my groans? DESPAIR. There's nothing in this world can make me joy ; Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. R. II. i. 2. K. J. iii. 4. A parasite, a keeper back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Now let not Nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die! But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, R. II. ii. 2. And darkness be the burier of the dead. É. IV. PT. II. i. 1. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me; throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, O, I am fortune's fool! 4. C. iv. 9. M. v. 5. R. J. iii. 1. |