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346 Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jetsd under his advanced plumes. 4-ii.5.
The patch is kind enough: but a huge feeder,
348 I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tybero in't; said to be something imperfect, in favouring the first complaint: hasty, and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion: one that converses more with the buttock of the night, than with the forehead of the morning. What I think, I utter; and spend my malice in my breath.
349 In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature.
6i. 1. 350
Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes' honesty behind, restraining From course required.
351 Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught, To let thy tongue detects thy base-born heart?
23–ii. 2. 352
Get thee glass eyes;
34--iv. 6. e Water of the Tiber. 1 To hox is to hamstring. 8 To shew thy meanness of birth by thy indecent railing.
353 I would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need.
354 Wilt thou shew the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant?
355 I am not fat enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say a careful man, and a great scholar.
356 This man hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions ;h he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man, into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: He is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair:k He hath the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.
357 He will never follow any thing That other men begin.
358 This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; He is wit's pedlar.
359 Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
360 His purse is empty already; all his golden words are spent.
361 Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall To cureless ruin.
362 What a spendthrift he is of his tongue!
363 That they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes.
364 Hath not the world one man, but he will wear his cap with suspicion ?1 Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again? Go to, i' faith: an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays.
You shall find there
I must not think, there are
366 Manhood is melted into courtesies," valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim oneso too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it.
367 There's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touched with love: if he be sad, he wants money.
1 i.e. Subject his head to the disquiet of jealousy. m Procured by his own fault.
" Ceremony. • Not only men, but trim ones, are turned into tongues; i.e. not only common but clever men.
368 I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years; and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines.
369 You shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.
370 Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.
371 An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: The inside of a church ! Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
372 Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the poop,—but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp.
373 Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme; for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnetteer. Devise, wit; write pen; for I am four whole volumes in folio. 8-1.2.
374 That unletter'd small-knowing soul. 8-i. 1.
:375 I pr’ythee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.
A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace!
8-iii. 1. 18-iii. 3.
377 You are so fretful, you cannot live long.
378 Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
379 He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday,' he smells April and May.
3iii. 2. 380
What shalt thou expect,
381 Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship, to have a reverend care of your health.
382 One that lies three-thirds, and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten.
383 No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons, You are so empty of them.
384 A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundredpound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave. 34—ii. 2.
385 I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my na
P Out of the common style.
9 That inclines towards its fall.