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be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashionmongers, these pardonnez-moy's, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons !* 35-ii. 4.
300 You are a vagabond, and no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords, and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your birth and virtues gives you commission.
302 That great baby, you see there, is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.
36-ii. 2. 303
When he speaks, "Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquared, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, Would seem hyperboles.
304 I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but the saying is true,-The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.
305 I know you can do very little alone; for your helps are many; or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like, for doing much alone.
306 Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years.
307 Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a
* In ridicule of Frenchified coxcombs.
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 his head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show 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 bụt 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 lapwingt runs away with the shell on his head. He did complyf 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 yesty || collection, which carries them through and through the most fond 1 and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
311 He waxes desperate with imagination.
312 A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, As you are toss'd with.
* A sly look
Frothy i 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,t 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, I there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when he keeps his word.
† Made up of discord.
*“ Or it" should be oft.
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 codling* 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; hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. 8-iv. 2.
326 Though the chameleon 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 hildings 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 tickle grace of her he follows.
* A codling anciently meant an immature apple. + Candlestick
| 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!
331 That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, und leave eighteen.
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 eyasions 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.*
339 There can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes.