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AGE AND FRAILTY.

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

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AIM.

O! 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.

AND LOQUACITY.

These tedious old fools!

C. E. v. 1.

H. ii. 2.

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

What's the business,

H. VI. PT. I. i. 4

M. ii. 3.

O. ii. 3.

That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house?

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

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.

AMAZEMENT.

M. i. 4.

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.

AMBITION.

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.

'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.

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.

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,

That is a step,

H. ii. 2.

J. C. ii. 4.

J. C. i. 2.

H. VI. PT. II. i. 2.

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

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.

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

Follow I must, I cannot go before,

M. i. 4.

M. i. 7.

H. VIII. i. 1.

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.

DEFEATED.

People, and senators! be not affrighted;

J. C. iii. 2.

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.

AMEN.

Poems.

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

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ANCESTRY (See also LINEAGE).

M. V. iii. 1.

H. VIII. i. 3.

Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard con

queror.

ANGER (See also FURY-RAGE).

To be in anger is impiety,

But who is man that is not angry.

Never anger made good guard for itself.
This tyger-footed rage, when it shall find

The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will, too late,
Tie leaden pounds to his heels.

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.

It were for me

To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs,

T. S. IND. 1

T. A. iii. 5.

A. C. iv. 1.

C. iii. 1.

H. VIII. i. 1.

Till they had stol'n our jewel, All's but naught;
Patience is sottish; and impatience does

Become a dog that's mad.

Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool

A. C. iv. 13.

Art thou, to break into this woman's mood. H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.

Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,

ANGER,-continued.

Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2.

R. J. iii. 1.

Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now.
What! drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.

A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
Would curses kill as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Delivered strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burdened heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect, murd'ring basilisks!
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings!
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!

Be advis'd;

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2.

Heat not a furnace for your foes so hot,
That it do singe yourself: we may out-run,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor till't run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it. Be advis'd.

H. VIII. i. 1.

O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world. K.J. iii. 4.

I am about to weep; but, thinking that

We are a queen, (or long have dream'd so) certain,

The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.

O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

H. VIII. ii. 4.

J. C. iv. 3

ANGER,-continued.

Anger's my meat: I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.

But anger has a privilege.

By the gods

You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

ANGLING.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

ANNOYANCE, IMPERTINENT.

The loose encounters of lascivious men.

ANSWER.

Definitively thus I answer you.

Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical.

GENERAL.

C. iv. 2 K. L. ii. 2

J. C. iv. 3.

M. A. iii. 1.

T. G. ii. 6.

R. III. iii. 7.

But for me, I have an answer will serve all men.

ANSWERING A LETTER.

M. A. v. 4.

A. W. ii. 2.

Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. R. J. ii. 4.

ANT.

We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter.

ANTICIPATION.

By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes.

K. L. ii. 4.

M. iv. 1.

I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
Excellent! I smell a device.

A man may hear this shower sing in the wind.

T. N. ii. 3

M. W. iii. 2.

Great business must be wrought ere noon;

Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vapourous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground.

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet,

That it enchants my sense.

ANTIQUITIES.

M. iii. 5.

T. C. iii. 2.

What's to do?

Shall we go see the reliques of this town?

T. N. iii. 3.

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