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What need'st thou run so many miles about,
This is he
That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;
Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet;
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.
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.
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.
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.
Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets* under his advanced plumes.
The patch is kind enough: but a huge feeder,
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.
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.
To hox is to hamstring.
§ To show thy meanness of birth by thy indecent railing.
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
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
That other men begin.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeon's peas;
He is wit's pedler.
Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
His purse is empty already; all his golden words
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall
To cureless ruin.
What a spendthrift he is of his tongue!
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,
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.
§ 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.
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.
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.
I pr'ythee, trouble me no more with vanity. would, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.
A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace!