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Suspicion. What ready tongue Suspicion hath. 19-i. 1. 362
Goodness often misinterpreted.
To some kind of men,
10-ii. 2. 363 Man and Woman, comparative view of.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds, And therefore are they form’d as marble will ; The weak oppress'd, the impression of strange kinds Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill: Then call them not the authors of their ill, No more than wax shall be accounted evil, Wherein is stamp'd the semblance of a devil. Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain, Lays open all the little worms that creep; In men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain Cave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep: Through chrystal walls each little mote will peep: Though men can cover crimes with bold stern looks, Poor women's faces are their own faults' books. No man inveigh against the wither'd flower, But chide rough Winter that the flower hath kill'd! Not that devour'd, but that which doth devour, Is worthy blame. O, let it not be hild Poor women's faults, that they are so fulfill’d With men's abuses: those proud lords, to blame, Make weak-made women tenants to their shame.
Appearances often deceitful.
And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,
22-i. 1. 366
Treason. Treason is but trusted like the fox; Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish’d, and lock'd up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. 18-y. 2.
Marriage, Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,
21--v. 5. 368
8-iv. 1. 370
Pleasure, more pursued than enjoyed. Who riseth from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d. How, like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfedk bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return,
í By the discretionary agency of another.
With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,
9ii. 6. 371
The effects of a disordered mind.
15-ii. 3. 372
Knowledge gained by experience. Our courtiers say, all's savage but at court : Experience, O, thou disprov'st report! The imperious' seas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. 31-iv. 2. 373
Revenge, not valorous. You cannot make gross sins look clear; To revenge is no valour, but to bear. 27-iii. 5. 374
Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
The power of imagination.
Conceit may rob The treasury of life, when life itself Yields to the theft.m
34-iv. 6. 376
Drunkenness. What's a drunken man like? Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman : one draught above heat” makes him a fool; the second mads him, and a third drowns him.
Pride and poverty.
4-iii. i. 378
m When life is willing to be destroyed. n i. e. Above the state of being warm.
Counsel may stop awhile, what will not stay ;
Every lane's end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields a careful man work. 13-iv. 3.
Drunkenness. O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee-devil!
O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts !
Time's progress. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do con nd.
Nativity once in the main of light,
The want of self-knowledge.
Comparison. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.. So doth the greater glory dim the less; A substitute shines brightly as a king, Until a king bė by; and then his state Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters.
Reason subdued by passion.
O strange excuse ! When Reason is the bawd to Lust's abuse.
The judgment corrupted by gold. O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak’st them kiss! that speak’st with every
tongue, To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts ! Think, thy slave man rebels; and by thy virtue
P For touchstone.