472.

The hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces.

473.

19-iv. 1.

I took him for the plainest harmless't creature,
That breath'd upon the earth a Christian;
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts:

So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue.

474.

24-iii. 5.

So finely boltedt didst thou seem:

And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,

To mark the full-fraught man, and best endued",
With some suspicion.

475.

20-ii. 2.

Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.

476.

In following him I follow but myself;

Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment externy, 't is not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

477.

5-i. 2.

37-i. 1.

Thou art a traitor and a miscreant;

Too good to be so, and too bad to live;

Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

17-i. 1.

478.

The multiplying villanies of nature

Do swarm upon him.

15-i. 1.

* The eighth.

479.

If you were born to honour, shew it now; If put upon you, make the judgment good That thought you worthy of it.

480.

33-iv. 6.

You play the spaniel,

And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure

Thou hast a cruel nature.

481.

Think him as a serpent's egg,

25-v. 2.

Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis

chievous.

29-ii. 1.

482.

A serviceable villain,

As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,
As badness would desire.

34-iv. 6.

483.

Milk-liver'd man!

That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering.

484.

Correction and instruction must both work,

Ere this rude beast will profit.

485.

34-iv. 2.

5-iii. 2.

Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch.

486.

Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;

30-i. 2.

Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and furious;

Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous;
Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred.
24-iv. 4.

487.

Fear, and not love, begets his penitence;
Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove
A serpent, that will sting thee to the heart.

488.

17-v. 3.

Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee hard in't.

489.

Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny
Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.

490.

27-iv. 3.

22-iii. 2.

Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd,
That th' unexperienced gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubim above them hover'd.

491.

None serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

492.

Poems.

15-v. 4.

What shall I say to thee, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
Thou that did'st bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold-
Would'st thou have practised on me for thy use?
"T is so strange,

That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.

I will weep for thee;

For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.

20-ii. 2.

493.

The image of a wicked heinous fault

Lives in his eye; that close aspéct of his

Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast.

16-iv. 2.

494.

Thus do all traitors;

If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself.

495.

Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren,
By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
Can chase away the first conceived sound?
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words.

496.

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward;

10-i. 3.

22-iii. 2.

Thou little valiant, great in villany!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by

To teach thee safety!

497.

An inhuman wretch,

Uncapable of pity, void and empty

From any dram of mercy.

498.

16-iii. 1.

9-iv. 1.

Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd,

For he 's disposed as the evil raven.

Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
For he 's inclined as are the ravenous wolves,
Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit.

499.

"T is not impossible,

22-iii. 1.

But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,

In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain.

b Just now.

5-v. 1.

Habits and characters of office.

500.

His gift is in devising impossibled slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villanye.

6-ii. 1.

501.

Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill.

502.

Now I feel

Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,―envy.
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,

As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton

Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin!
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;

1-i. 2.

You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, In time will find their fit rewards.

25-iii. 2.

503.

Mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,

That dwell in every region of his face.

504.

37-iv. 1.

17-ii. 3.

Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
Whose duty is deceivable and false.

505.

Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes;

That, when I note another man like him,

I may avoid him.

506.

6-v. 1.

And am I then a man to be beloved?

O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!

507.

23-iii. 2.

Though you can guess what temperance should be,

You know not what it is.

d Incredible.

30-iii. 11.

In his devising slanders.