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ADVICE, --continued.

Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes :
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclos’d;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. H. i. 3.
TO A Young Man.

Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought

his act.
Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel:
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each unhatch’d, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,
Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.
Give er'ry man thine ear, but few thy voice :
Take each man's consure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy: rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man:
Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend ;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all,—To thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell:—my blessing season this in thee ! H. i. 3.

Mark but my fall, and that that ruind me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fing away ambition ;
By that sin fell the angels; how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win byt?
Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, o Cromwell,
Thou fall’st a blessed martyr.

H. VIII. iii. 2. ADULATION (See also FLATTERY).

You shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical;
As if I lov'd my little should be dieted
lu praises sauo'd with lies.

C. i.

These new tuners of aocents.

R. J. ii. 4.

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity..

R. J. üi. 3
The silver livery of advised age,

H. VI. PT. II. v. 2. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old, with all the characters of age ? Have you not a moist eye ? a dry hand ? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken ? your wind short? your chin double ? your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself young? 0 fye, Sir John.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 2.
Youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.

H. iv. 7.
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

C. E. v. 1. I would there were no age between ten and three-andtwenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing between but wenching, wronging the

ancientry, stealing, and fighting.

W. T. iii. 3.
His silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds :
It shall be said his judgment rul'd our hands ;
Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his gravity.

J. C. ü. 1.
As you are old and reverend you should be wise.

K. L. i. 4.
When age is in the wit is out.

M. A. iii. 5.
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
And twit with cowardice a man half dead ?


The blood of youth burns not with such excess
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

L. L. v. 2. Thou should'st not have been old before thou had'st been wise.

K. L. i. 5.

I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.

K. L. v. 3.
0! grief hath chang’d me since you saw me last;
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face. C. E. v. 1.

These tedious old fools !

H. ii. 2.
Here is the heart of my purpose.

M. W. ii. 2. AIR.

A bond of air, strong as the axle-tree
On which heaven rides.

T. C. i. 3. ALARM.

What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens ?
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ?

H. VI. PT. 1. i. 4
What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house?

M. ii. 3.
Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle
From its propriety.

0. ii. 3. ALLEGIANCE.

Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties : and our duties
Are to your throne and state, children and servants ;
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
Safe toward your love and honour.


But the changes I perceived in the king and Camillo, were very notes of admiration: they seemed almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable passion of wonder appeared in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say if the importance were joy or sorrow: but in the extremity of one it must be. W. T. v. 2.


The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

H. ii. 2. I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow.

H. ii. 2.
'Tis a common proof
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.

J. C. ii. 4.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.

J. C. i. 2.
What see'st thou there? King Henry's diadem,
Enchas'd with all the honours of the world ?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold :-
What, is't too short ? I'll lengthen it with mine :
And, having both together heav'd it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven;
And never more abase our sight so low,
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground,

H. VI. PT. 11. i. 2.

That is a step,
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies.

M. i. 4.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on t'other side.

M. i. 7.
The devil speed him! no man's pie is freed
From his ambitious finger.

H. VIII. i. 1.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
While Glo'ster bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks,
And smooth my way upon their headless necks.

H, VI. Pt. II. i. 2.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere ;
Nor can one England brook a double reign,
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

H. IV. PT. II v. 4. AMBITION,-continued.

The noble Brutus
Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious :
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar answered it. J. C. iii. 2.

People, and senators ! be not affrighted;

Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid. J. C. iii. 1. ALLOY, UNIVERSAL, IN THIS PROBATIONARY LIFE.

Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring,

Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers ;
The adder hisseth where the sweet birds sing;
What virtue breeds, iniquity devours.

Let me say, Amen, betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer.

M. V. iii. 1. AMENDMENT (See also REFORM). God mend all.

H. VIII. i. 3. ANCESTRY (See also LINEAGE).

Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard conqueror.

T. S. IND. 1 ANGER (See also Fury-Rage).

To be in anger is impiety,
But who is man that is not angry.

T. A. iii. 5.
Never anger made good guard for itself. A. C. iv. 1.
This tyger-footed rage, when it shall find
The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will, too late,
Tie leaden pounds to his heels.

C. iii. 1.
Stay, my lord !
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about. To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
A full hot horse, who, being allowed his way,
Self mettle tires him.

H. VIII. i. 1.

It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had stol'n our jewel, All's but naught;
Patience is sottish ; and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad.

A. C. iv. 13.
Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool

thou, to break into this woman's mood. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,

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