FALLEN GREATNESS,—continued. High events as these Strike those that make them: and their story is Brought them to be lamented. Nay then, farewell! A.C. v. 2 I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness! H.VIII. iii. 2. Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, O wither'd is the garland of the war, R. III. iv. 4. M. ii. 4. A. C. iii. 10. The soldier's pole is fallen; young boys, and girls And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. A. C. iv. 13. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, J.C. iii. 1. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, T.C. iii. 3 A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour: O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. H.VIII, iii. 2. FALLEN GREATNESS,-continued. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, H. VIII. v. 2. H.VIII. iv. 2 A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed. H. VIII. iii. 2 There was the weight that pull'd me down. O Cromwell, The king has gone beyond me, all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever: No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; To be thy lord and master. H. VIII. iii. 2. Brave Percy: Fare thee well, great heart! A kingdom for it was too small a bound; H. IV. PT. I. v. 4. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, O, my lord, Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, FALLEN GREATNESS,-continued. Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him H. VIII. iii. 2. I must now forsake ye; the last hour Farewell: And when you would say something that is sad, Pry'thee go hence, Or I shall show the cinders of my spirit Through the ashes of my chance. Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies Of eyes again so royal! FALSE CHARACTERS. H.VIII. ii. 4. A. C. v. 2. A.C. v. 2. I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. M.W. ii. 2. HAIR. So are those crisped snaky golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, That same Diomed is a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses; he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers fortel it; it is prodigious; there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. T. C. v. 1. FALLSTAFF. I have much to say on behalf of that Fallstaff. FAME (See also CELEBRITY). Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. FAME,-continued. ; And then grace us in the disgrace of death All-telling Fame. It deserves with characters of brass, A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time The evil that men do lives after them; Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause. After my death, I wish no other herald, edge, L.L. i. 1. L. L. ii. 1. M. M. v. 1. J. C. iii. 2. H. VIII. iv. 2. R. III. iii. 1. Tit. And. i. 2. H.VIII. iv. 2. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Fame, at the which he aims,— H. IV. PT. I. V. 4. In whom already he is well grac'd,—cannot O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; C. i. 1. They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh: But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent H. IV. PT. I. v. 4. T. C. i. 3. FAME,-continued. If a man do not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. * * * An hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum. M. A. v. 2. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. FANCY. So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high-fantastical. H.V. iii. 2. T. N. i. 1. An old hat, and the humour of forty fancies stuck in it She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. A. W. v. 3. We must every one be a man of his own fancy. A. W. iv. 1. In maiden meditation, fancy-free. M. N. ii. 2. FASHION. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty? M. A. iii. 3. Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed. A. W. ii. 1. I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, M. A. iii. 3. Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. H. VIII. i. 3. These remnants of fool and feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance H.VIII. i. 3. |