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And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in commons.

29-iv. l.

415 A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.

5-iii, 2. 416

He ambled up and down
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled and soon burn'd:
Had his great name profaned with their scorns;

his countenance, against his name,
To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push
Of every beardless vain comparative:
Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity:
That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey; and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded.

18-üi. 2.

417 I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury.

4. v. 1.

418 He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them. 10-iii. 4.

419 My friends—they praise me, and make an ass of me; now, my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.



Hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.


421 Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?

22—v. 1.

422 I am a feather for each wind that blows. 13_ii. 3.

423 Thou should'st not have been old, before thou had'st been wise.


424 Well, whiles I am a beggar I will rail, And say, there is no sin, but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be, To say,--there is no vice, but beggary. 16-ii. 2.

425 Since I am crept in favour with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost. 24-i.2.


These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And Nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.

27-ii. 2. 427

Your speech is passion, But, pray you, stir no embers up.

30_ii. 2.

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


429 'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.

The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, but, therewithal, the unruly waywardness, that infirm and choleric years bring with them. 34-i. 1.

430 His discontents are unremovably Coupled to nature.


431 I see no more in you, than in the ordinary Of nature's sale-work.

10–iii, 5.



A man, whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense.

5-i. 5.

433 How green are you, and fresh in this old world!

16-iii. 4.

Things small as nothing, for request's sake only,
He makes important: Possess’d he is with greatness;
And speaks not to himself, but with a pride
That quarrels at self-breath; imagined worth
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse,
That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,
He in commotion rages,
And batters down himself: What should I say?
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it
Cry-No recovery.

26-ii. 3.

No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account
How things go from him; nor resumes no care
Of what is to continue: Never mind
Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel.

27-i. 2.

436 Alas, he is shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bowboy's butt-shaft.“

35-ii. 4.

437 There should be small love 'mongst these sweet

knaves, And all this court'sy! The strain of man 's bred out Into baboon and monkey."

27-i. 1.

438 You smell this business with a sense as cold As is a dead man's nose.

13-ii. 1.


He would make his will Lord of his reason.

30—ü. 11.

440 Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. 29-ü. 2.

441 What would you have me? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one.

33–iv. 6.

442 They should be good men; their affairs" as* righteous: But all hoods make not monks.

25-üi. 1.

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443 There are a kind of men so loose of soul, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.

37-iii. 3.

444 Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff’d up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in the pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire ? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs."

12-i. 2.


I know not why I am so sad; It wearies me; you say, it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself. 9-1.1.



446 In the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped All by the name of dogs: the valued file

Fright boys with bug-bears.

: Wolf-dogs.

a Called.

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