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What need'st thou run so many miles about,
When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way?


This is he

24-iv. 4.

That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms; nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly; and, in ushering,

Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet;
The stairs as he treads on them kiss his feet.


You have got a humour there,

8-v. 2.

Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame :

They say, that ira furor brevis est,

But yond' man's ever angry.


27-i. 2.

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.


18-ii. 4.

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.


10-iv. 1.

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 madef for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. 28-v. 4.

*Chair of state.

†To resemble.


Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets* under his advanced plumes.


The patch is kind enough: but a huge feeder,
Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day
More than the wild cat.


4-ii. 5.

9-ii. 5.

I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tybert in't; said to be something imperfect, in favouring the first complaint: hasty, and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion: one that converses more with the buttock of the night, than with the forehead of the morning. What I think, I utter; and spend my malice in my breath. 28-ii. 1.


In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature. 6-i. 1.


Thou art not honest: or,

If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;

Which hoxest honesty behind, restraining

From course required.


13-i. 2.

Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught, To let thy tongue detects thy base-born heart?


Get thee glass eyes;

And, like a scurvy politician, seem

To see the things thou dost not.

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23-ii. 2.

34--iv. 6.

To hox is to hamstring.

§ To show thy meanness of birth by thy indecent railing.


I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.


13-iv. 3.

Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? 9-iii. 5.


I am not fat enough to become the function well; nor lean enough to be thought a good student: but to be said, an honest man, and a good housekeeper, goes as fairly, as to say a careful man, and a great scholar. 4-iv. 2.


This man hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions;* he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man, into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some strain of it: He is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair: He hath the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.


He will never follow any thing

26-i. 2.

That other men begin.


29-ii. 1.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeon's peas;

He is wit's pedler.


8-v. 2.

Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.


24-i. 3.

His purse is empty already; all his golden words

are spent.

36-v. 2.


† Mingled.

1 Grain.


Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall

To cureless ruin.

9-iv. 1.


What a spendthrift he is of his tongue!

1-ii. 1.


That they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. 10-ii. 5.


Hath not the world one man, but he will wear his cap with suspicion ?* Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again? Go to, i'faith: an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. 6-i. 1.


You shall find there

A man, who is the abstract of all faults

That all men follow.

I must not think, there are

Evils enough to darken all his goodness:

His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchased; † what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.


30-i. 4.

Manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it. 6-iv. 1.


There's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touched with love: if he be sad, he wants money.

i. e. Subject his head to the disquiet of jealousy.

6-iii. 2.


§ Not only men, but trim ones, are turned into tongues; i. e. not

† Procured by his own fault.

only common but clever men.


I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years; and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines.


18-ii. 2.

You shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. 19-v. 1.


Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.


19-iii. 2.

An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: The inside of a church! Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. 18-iii. 3.


Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp. 18-iii. 3.


Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme; for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnetteer. Devise, wit; write pen; for I am four whole volumes in folio. 8-i. 2.


That unletter'd small-knowing soul.


8-i. 1.


I pr'ythee, trouble me no more with vanity. would, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.


18-i. 2.

A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace!


8-iii. 1.

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