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That, when he please again to be himself,
So when this loose behaviour I throw off,
Presume not that I am the thing I was:
123 O, that this good blossom could be kept from cankers!
124 I have no tongue but one.
5-i. 4. 125 There is a fair behaviour in thee, And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. 4-i. 2.
126 He was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. 11--. 1.
Weigh him well, And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.
128 He's opposite to humanity. He outgoes The very heart of kindness.
129 No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. 27-ii. 2.
131 Let them accuse me by invention, I Will answer in mine honour.
132 He is the card* or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continentt of what part a gentleman would see.
36-v. 2. 133
And, but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call
him A goodly person.
134 He is as full of valour, as of kindness ; Princely in both.
20-iv. 3. 135
Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, * That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part. 4-i. 4.
136 He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.
* Compass or chart.
| The country and pattern for imitation. 15-iv. 3.
6-iii. 2. 137
I cannot flatter; I defy The tongues of soothers.
138. He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart. 16-iv. 1.
141 I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
142 One, that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which professed to make him rejoice.
143 After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than ill report while you
144 You know the very road into his kindness, And cannot lose your way.
28-y. 1. 145
Modest wisdom plucks me, From over-credulous haste.*
* Over-hasty credulity.
May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years. Ever beloved, and loving, may his rule be! And, when old time shall lead him to his end, Goodness and he fill up one monument! 25-ii. 1.
147 On whose bright crest Fame with her loudest O yes Cries, This is he.
26-iv, 5. 148
I throw mine eyes to Heaven, Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. 23—i. 4.
A merrier man,
There appears much joy in him: even so much, that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness. A kind overflow of kindness : There are no faces truer than those that are so washed.
151 Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, But praying to enrich his watchful soul. 24-iii. 7.
152 He is of a noble strain, of approved valo and confirmed honesty.
6-i. 1. 153
He did not look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest.
154 Thou map of honour, thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee?
156 He hath a daily beauty in his life.
37-v. 1. 157
Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man, As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you.
159 When I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate.
37-i. 2. 160
Faster than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. 10-iii. 5.
My mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood, When she does praise me, grieves me. 28-i. 9.
162 In the managing of quarrels, you may see he is