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FIT FOR A THIEF,—continued.

it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough:

80 every true man's apparel fits your thief. M. M. iv. 2. FLATTERY (See also ADULATION, PARASITES).

O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

T. A. i. 2.
The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
But direct villainy.

T. A. iv. 3.
Why this
Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece
Is every flatterer's spirit.

T. A. iii. 2.
Every one that flatters thee,
Is no friend in misery.

He does me double wrong,
That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.

R. II. üi. 2.
O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! R. II. iii. 2.
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T. A. ii. 2.
He that loves to be flatter'd is worthy the flatterer.
Heavens, that I were a lord I

T. A. i. 1.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me !

H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
But when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flatter'd. J.C. ii, 1.
Flattery's the bellows blows up sin.

P. P. i. 2.
Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.

R. III. i. 3.
Why these looks of care !
Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee
And let his very breath whom thou'lt observe,
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent.

T. A. iv, 3. FLATTERY,- continued.

I must prevent thee, Cimber.
These couchings, and these lowly courtesies,
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,
Into the law of children. Be not fond,
To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood,
That will be thaw'd from the true quality,
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked curt’sies, and base spaniel fawning. J.C. ii. 1.

For the love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. H. üi. 4.
Nay, do not think I flatter:
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits,
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd ?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.

H. üi. 2.
'Tis holy sport to be a little vain
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.

C. E. iii. 2. Sweet poison for the age's tooth.

K. J. i. 1. They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;

As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast. T. C. ü.3. FOLLOWERS.

I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.

0.i. 1. FOOL. Why, thou silly gentleman!

0.i. 3. Let the doors be shut upon him; that he may play the fool nowhere but in his own house.

H. iii. 1.
Fools on both sides!

T.C. i. 1.
Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee ! T. N. v.1.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.

L. L. v. 2.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,


As full of labour as a wise man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. T. N. iii 1.
A fool, a fool II met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool;a miserable world !
As I do live by food, I met a fool;
Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms,--and yet a motley fool. A. Y. ii. 7.
I am sprighted with a fool.

Cym. ii. 3. FOOLERY.

Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines every where.

T. N. iii. 1. Observe him for the love of mockery.

T. N. ï. 5. What folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

T.C. iii. 2. FOOLING. I do not like this fooling.

T.C. v. 2. They fool me to the top of my bent.

H. ii. 2.
Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. T. N. ii. 3.
The soul of this man is in his clothes.

A.W. ii.5.
Whose manners still our tardy apish nation,
Limps after, in base imitation.

R. II. ii. 1.

Yet, again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womh,
Is coming toward me.

R. II. ï. 2.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me. M. ii. 1.

I have an ill-divining soul :
Methinks I see thee now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. R. J. iii. 5.

The skies look grimly,
And threaten present blusters. In my conscience,
The heavens with that we have in hand are angry,
And frown upon us.

W. T. iü. 3.
For my mind misgives,
Some consequence, yet banging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date


With this night's revels; and expire the term
Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

R.J.i. 4.
In what particular thought to work, I know not;
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,

This bodes some strange eruption to our state. H. i. 1. FORE-DOOM.

Come, seeling night,

up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale.

M. ii. 2.
I will drain him dry as hay;
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid.

M. i. 3.
Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons,
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.

M. iii. 2. FORE-STALLER.

Hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty. M. i.3 FORGETFULNESS.

'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants.

T. i. 2
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace.


The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further.

T. v. 1.
Kneel not to me;
The power that I have on you, is to spare you;
The malice toward you, to forgive you: Live,
And deal with others better.

Cym. v.5.
Then I'll look

My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd


Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence ? H. iii. 3.

His great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion do we bury
The incensing relicks of it.

A.W. v. 3. FORLORN.

Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.

H.V. iv. 1. FORTITUDE.

Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
To grace it with your sorrows; bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it,
Seeming to bear it lightly.

A.C. iv. 12.
In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk !
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rivall'd greatness ? either to harbour fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so,
Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide
In storms of fortune: for, in her ray and brightness,
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize,
Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And flies filed under shade,-why, then, the thing of courago,
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key,
Returns to chiding fortune.

T.C. i. 3. Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate. T.C. v.3. FORTUNE.

I have upon a high and pleasant hill,
Feign's Fortune to be thron'd: The base o' the mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere,
To propagate their states : amongst them all,
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
One do I personate of Timon's


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