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From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him.
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;—
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults;
But where thou art not known, why, there they show
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: (They, by observing him, do hear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving-man:) their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in consent, like so many wild-geese.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.*
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
Give him gold enough, and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as twoand-fifty horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal. 12-i. 2.
My good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee.
*Mould for a hat.
He borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your com
Your words and performances are no kin together. 37-iv. 2.
I'll tell thee what, a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No; if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Do but see his vice;
'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
The one as long as the other.
You are as a candle, the better part burnt out.
He does smile his face into more lines, than are in the new map, with the augmentation of the Indies.*
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
* A clear allusion to a map engraved for Linschoten's Voyages, an English translation of which was published in 1598. This map is multilineal in the extreme, and is the first in which the Eastern Islands are included.
They'll take suggestion* as a cat laps milk;
He's not yet thorough warm: forcet him with praises; Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
Thou idle immaterial skein of sleivet silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou! Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies; diminutives of nature! 26-v. 1.
The melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal !§—I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. 4-ii. 4.
I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a horse-stealer; but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.
He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical; a great man, I'll warrant; I know, by the picking on's teeth.
That's a shealed peascod.**
Thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of
A precious stone of all colours.
Intent every where, i. e. inconstant. T An empty goblet. **A mere husk, which contains nothing.
He would not swear; praised women's modesty: and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the hundredth Psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
You strike like the blind man; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.
He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd ;† Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.
He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.sons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
How oddly he is suited! I think, he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germany, and his behaviour every where.
In his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
In mangled forms.
With maids to seem the
'Tis my familiar sin lapwing,* and to jest,
Tongue far from heart.
A time pleaser; and affectioned† ass, that cons state without book, and utters it by great swarths: the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith, that all, that look on him, love him.
He's a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no one good quality. 11-iii. 6.
He will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff,) and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song.
He doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can shoe him himself.
I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without a book.
Why, is not this a lamentable thing, that we should
*The farther she is from her nest, where her heart is with her young ones, she is the louder, or perhaps all tongue.
The row of grass left by a mower.
§ The folding at the top of the boot.