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

24-iv. 4. 341

This is he
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.

8-v. 2. 342

You have got a humour there,
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.

343 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.

344 A traveller! I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's: then, to have seen mu

and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and

10-iv. 1.

345 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 madet for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding.

poor hands.

28-v. 4.

* Chair of state.

To resemble.

346 Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets* under his advanced plumes. 4-ii. 5.

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

9-ii. 5.

348 I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tybers 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.

349 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.

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

23--ii, 2. 352

Get thee glass eyes ;
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not.

34--iv, 6.

* Struts. | Water of the Tiber. | To hox is to hamstring. $ To show thy meanness of birth by thy indecent railing.

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

13-iv. 3.

354 Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant?

9-iii. 5.

355 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.

356 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 :f 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.

26-i. 2.

357 He will never follow any thing That other men begin.

29-ii. 1.

358 This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeon's peas; He is wit's pedler.

8-v. 2.

359 Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.

24-i. 3.

360 His purse is empty already; all his golden words are spent.

36-v. 2.

* Characters.

1 Grain.

† Mingled.

361 Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall To cureless ruin.

9-iv. 1.

362 What a spendthrift he is of his tongue!

1-ii. 1.

363 That they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes.

10—ii. 5.

364 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. 365

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;t what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.

30-i. 4.

366 Manhood is melted into courtesies,f 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-iy. 1.

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

6-iii. 2.

* i. e. Subject his head to the disquiet of jealousy. † Procured by his own fault.

1 Ceremony. $ Not only men, but trim ones, are turned into tongues; i. e. not only common but clever men.

368 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.

369 You shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.

19-v. 1.

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

19-iii. 2.

371 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.

372 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.

373 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.

374 That unletter'd small-knowing soul. 8-i. 1.


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

18.-i. 2.

376 A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace !

8-iii. 1.

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