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stride and a stand: ruminates like an hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say—there were wit in this head, an ’twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not shew without knocking.
26-iii. 3. 308
309; Thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: What eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat.
310 This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. He did comply with his dug, before he suck'd it. Thus has he (and many more of the same breed, that, I know, the drossy age dotes on,) only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yestyt collection, which carries them through and through the most fond" and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
311 He waxes desperate with imagination. 36-i. 4.
312 A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, As you are toss'd with.
P A sly look. 9 A bird which runs about as soon as it is hatched. " Compliment. $ Worthless.
Frothy. u For fond, read fanned.
One, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his
memory, To credit his own lie.
314 One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes.
315 If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my contemplation.
26-ii. 3. 316 If he, compact of jars,' grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
317 Thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides, and left nothing in the middle.
318 Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and As quarrellous as the weasel.
31-iii. 4. 319
Thou core of envy! Thou crusty batch of nature!
320 You have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.
321 I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound: but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when he keeps his word.
26-v. 1. u “Of it” should be oft. » Made up of discord.
" Portentous, ominous.
He is very
322 A gentleman, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month.
323 Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codlingt when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him e'en standing water, between boy and man. well-favoured, and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think, his mother's milk were scarce out of him.
324 He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book: he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts.
326 Though the cameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.
2-ii. 1. 327
A base slave, A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, A pantler, not so eminent.
328 This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
34-ii. 4. * A codling anciently meant an immature apple.
2 A low fellow, only fit to wear a livery.
329 Why dost thou smile so, and kiss thy hand so oft ?
330 Look how imagination blows him!
332 Thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off.
333 Thou art an old love-monger.
8-ii. 1. 334
You speak Like one besotted on your sweet delights. 26-ii.2.
335 Lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his evasions have ears thus long.
336 What a disgrace it is to me to remember thy name, or to know thy face to-morrow.
337 A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint.
338 I am nothing, if not critical.
37-_ ii. 1.
339 There can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes.
340 What need'st thou run so many miles about, When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way?
24-iv. 4. 341
This is he
8-v. 2. 342
You have got a humour there,
343 I would give a thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back.
344 A traveller! I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
345 The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before the treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding.
b Chair of state.
c To resemble.