508. There is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. 509. Being fed by us, you used us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's birdf, 36-ii. 2. That even our love durst not come near your sight, For fear of swallowing. 18-v. 1. 510. Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye. 24-iv. 2. 511. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurtures can never stick; on whom my pains, And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers. 512. 1-iv. 1. A fearful eye thou hast: Where is that blood, 513. 16-iv. 2. His face, though full of cares, yet shew'd content; So mild, that Patience seem'd to scorn his woes. An humble gait, calm looks, eyes wailing still, The cuckoo's chicken, who being hatched and fed by the sparrow, in whose nest the cuckoo's egg was laid, grows in time able to devour her nurse. 8 Education. And therein so ensconced his secret evil, 514. Thy sin 's not accidental, but a tradeh. 515. Poems. 5-iii. 1. The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt, and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou knowest none, but art despised for the contrary. 27-iv. 3. 516. He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause 517. 15-v. 2. Allowed by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing. 5-iii. 2. 518. Why should we be tender, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Play judge, and executioner, all himself? 31-iv. 2. 519. In seeking tales and informations, Against this man, (whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at,) Ye blew the fire that burns ye. 520. Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb'd, nor stopp'd. 25-v. 2. 34-ii. 2. hAn established habit. i For too much finical delicacy. [Here is the depth, precision, and acuteness, of Aristotle.] 521. His show Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile 522. This cur is venom-mouth'd, and I 22-iii. 1. Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. 523. 25-i. 1. He hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies m, Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks". 526. 27-iii. 6, If thou wert honourable, 527. 31-i. 7. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked; like those, that, under hot ardent zeal, would set whole realms on fire. Of such a nature is his politic love. 27-iii. 3. ki. e. In the flowers growing on the bank. 1 Skin. " Jacks of the clock. 528. I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word; 529. 28-iii. 3. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear. 530. Thou disease of a friend, and not himself! 531. 24-v. 2. 27-iii. 1. How he coasts, And hedges, his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic After his patient's death. 25-iii. 2. 532. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice. 533. If the devil have given thee proofs for sin, Too bad for bad report. 534. 535. Thou know'st no law of God nor man; 34-iii. 2. 5-iii. 2. 31-i. 1. No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. 536. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical! 24-i. 2. • Not to take the direct and open path, but to steal covertly through circumvolutions. Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! 537. Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, 35-iii. 2. If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal gifts, Expecting in return twenty for one? 538. 27-iv. 3. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Beneath abhorring. 539. This top-proud fellow, Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but 540. 28-i. 1. 25-i. 1. Is poison to thy stomach. All goodness 541. 25-iii. 2. False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; Hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. 542. 34-iii. 4. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. 543. Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain 24-v. 3. Which are too intrinseq t' unloose: smooth every passion That in the natures of their lords rebels; Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods; P Honest indignation. Perplexed. |