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SWEETNESS.

Your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

J.C. y. 1. Things sweet to taste, prove in digestion sour. R. II. i. 3. SWIMMING.

I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he Aung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him ; I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

T. ü. 1.
Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bade him follow: 80, indeed, he did.
The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside

And stemming it with hearts of controversy. J.C. i. 2.
SWORD.
A sword employ'd is perilous.

T. C.ii. 2. I have a sword, and it shall bite upon necessity. M.W.ü. 1. SWORDSMEN.

Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master

Page, we have some salt of our youth in us. M.W. ii. 3. SYMPATHY.

You are merry, and so am I; Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I ;-would you desire better sympathy?

M.W. ii. 1.
Grief best is pleas'd with grief's society.
True sorrow then is feelingly surpris'd
When with like feeling it is sympathis’d.

Poems.
Companionship in woe, doth woe assuage.

Poems.
Sweets with sweets war not; joy delights in joy. Poems.

Ay, sooth ; so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me;
I suffer with him,

0. iii. 3.
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall felowly drops.

7. v.1. SYMPATHY,

continued.

0 I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Which had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her)
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.

T. i, 2
Was this a face
To be expos'd against the warring winds ?
To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder?

K. L. iv. 7.
And wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw? 'Alack ! Alack !
'Tis wonder, that thy life, and wits, at once
Had not concluded all.

K. L. iv. 7.
All bless'd secrets,
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth
Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate,
In the good man's distress.

K. L. iv. 4.
The mind much sufferance doth o’er-skike L. ii. 6.
When grief hath mates.

That I am wretched,
Makes thee the happier : Heavens, deal so still!
Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly ;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough.

K. L. iv. 1.
If sorrow can admit society
Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine. R.III. iv. 4.
Poor naked wretohes, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide tho pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

K. L. üi. 4. 366

T.
TABLE TALK.

Pray thee, let it serve for table talk;
Then, howsoe'er thou speak’st, ʼmong other things
I shall digest it.

M. V. ii. 5. TAILOR.

O, monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
Thou thimble.
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :-
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant:
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liy'st !

I tell thee, I, thou hast marr'd her gown. T. S. iv. 3. TAINT.

The dram of base
Doth all the noble substance often dout
To his own scandal.

H. i. 4. TALE.

I shall tell you
A pretty tale.

C. i.l.
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver.

0.i.3.
I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee
Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. T44. And. ii. 2.

A sad tale's best for winter :
I have one of sprites and goblins.
I will tell it softly; yon crickets
Shall not hear it.

W. T. ii. 1. But it is true, --without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk.

M.V. ii. 1. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. R. III. iv. 4. Mark how a plain tale shall put you down.

H. IV. PT. I. ïi. .
OF WOE

Floods of tears will drown my oratory
And break my very utterance.

TU. And. v. 3.
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire
With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales
Of woeful ages, long ago betid;
And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief,

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TALE OP WOE,continued.

Tell them the lamentable fall of me,

And send the hearers weeping to their beds. R. II. v.1.
TALKER (See also BABBLER).

Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood;
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! H.IV.PT.1.1.3.

If you be not mad, be gone ; if you have reason, be brief; 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

T. N. i.5. A knave very voluble.

0. i. 1. TAPSTER.

Five years ! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is-up stairs, and down stairs; and his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.
TAXATION.

We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each ?
A trembling contribution! Why, we take,
From every tree, lop, bark, and part o’ the timber;
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack’d,
The air will drink the sap.

H. VIII. i. 2.
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law.

T. A. iv. 1.
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood by drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection.

J. C. iv 3.
Como, there is no more tribute to be paid : our kingdom
is stronger than it was at that time ; and, as I said, there
is no more such Cæsars : other of them may have crooked
noses ; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym. iii L
The commons hath he pill’d with grievous taxes,
And lost their hearts.

R. II. ii. 1.
If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put
the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light.

Cym. ii. 1.
TEARS (See also GRIEF, LAMENTATION, SORROW).
Heaven-moving pearls.

K. J. ii. 1.
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks :

TEARS,-continued.

My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.

K. J. v.2.
Silver-shedding tears.

T.G. iii. 1.
Those eyes of thine, from mine have drawn salt tears,
Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops.

R. III. i. 2.
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.

R. III. i. 2.
Sad unhelpful tears.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1. I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. H.VIII. iii. 2. And wet his grave with my repentant tears. R. III. i. 2. Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep, Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Begin to water.

J.C. iii. 1. See, see, what showers arise, Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.

H. VI. PT. II. ü. 5. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd; But I had not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears.

H.V. iv. 6. Raining the tears of lamentation.

L, L. v.2. Friends, I owe more tears, To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.

J.C. v.3. The best brine a maiden can season her praise in.

A.W. i. 1. When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. Tit. And, iii. 1,

And he, a marble to her tears, is washed by them, and relents not.

M. N. ii. 1.

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