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472 . The hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces.
475 Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. I
476 In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. 37-i. 1.
477 Thou art a traitor and a miscreant! Too good to be so, and too bad to live; Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. 17-i. 1.
478 The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him.
33-iv. 6. 480
You play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure Thou hast a cruel nature.
25-v. 2. 481
Think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind,* grow mischievous.
29–ii. 1. 482
A serviceable villain,
34-iv. 6 483
Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Why hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering
484 Correction and instruction must both work, Ere this rude beast will profit.
485 Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch.
486 Tetchyt and wayward was thy infancy; [rious; Thy school days, frightful, desperate, wild, and fuThy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous ; Thy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred.
488 Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee hard in't.
Upon thy eyeballs murd'rous tyranny
491 None serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too.
'Tis so strange,
I will weep for thee; For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like Another fall of man.
Thus do all traitors ; It their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself. 10-i. 3.
Came he right now* to sing a raven's note,
16-iii. 1. 497
An inhuman wretch,
22-iii. 1. 499
'Tis not impossible,
* Just now.
| Habits and characters of office.
500 His gift is in devising impossible* slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany.t
Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill.
1-i. 2. 502
Now I feel Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,-envy. How eagerly ye follow my disgraces, As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin ! Follow you envious courses, men of malice; You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, In time will find their fit rewards.
503 Mark the flcers, the gibes, and notable scorns, That dwell in every region of his face. 37-iv. 1.
504 Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. 17-ii. 3.
505 Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes ; That, when I note another man like him, I may avoid him.
506 And am I then a man to be beloved ? O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
507 Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
| In his devising slanders.