That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.

So when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ;*
And, like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

18-i. 2.

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Presume not that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.

19-9. 5.

123 O, that this good blossom could be kept from cankers!

19-ii. 2.

124 I have no tongue but one.

5-i. 4. 125 There is a fair behaviour in thee, And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. 4-i. 2.

126 He was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. 11--. 1.

127

Weigh him well, And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.

26-iv. 5.

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128 He's opposite to humanity. He outgoes The very heart of kindness.

27-i. 1.

129 No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. 27-ii. 2.

130
He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god :
He hath a kind of honour sets him off,
More than a mortal seeming.

31-i. 7.

131 Let them accuse me by invention, I Will answer in mine honour.

28-iii. 2.

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132 He is the card* or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continentt of what part a gentleman would see.

36-v. 2. 133

And, but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call

him A goodly person.

1-i. 2.

134 He is as full of valour, as of kindness ; Princely in both.

20-iv. 3. 135

Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, * That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part. 4-i. 4.

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136 He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.

6-iii. 2. 137

I cannot flatter; I defy The tongues of soothers.

18-iii. 4.

138. He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart. 16-iv. 1.

139
And here have I the daintiness of ear,
To check time broke in a disorder'd string ;
But, for the concord of my state and time,
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

17-v. 5.

140
That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall every where.

25-i. 3.

141 I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.

30iii. 2.

142 One, that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which professed to make him rejoice.

5-iii. 2.

143 After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than ill report while you

live.

36-ii. 2.

144 You know the very road into his kindness, And cannot lose your way.

28-y. 1. 145

Modest wisdom plucks me, From over-credulous haste.*

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146

May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years. Ever beloved, and loving, may his rule be! And, when old time shall lead him to his end, Goodness and he fill up one monument! 25-ii. 1.

147 On whose bright crest Fame with her loudest O yes Cries, This is he.

26-iv, 5. 148

I throw mine eyes to Heaven, Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. 23—i. 4.

149

A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal:
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged years play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

8-ii. 1.

150

There appears much joy in him: even so much, that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness. A kind overflow of kindness : There are no faces truer than those that are so washed.

6-i. 1.

151 Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, But praying to enrich his watchful soul. 24-iii. 7.

152 He is of a noble strain, of approved valo and confirmed honesty.

6-i. 1. 153

He did not look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest.

11-i. 2.

154 Thou map of honour, thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee?

17-v. 1.

155
Dexterity so obeying appetite,
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is call’d impossibility.

26-v. 5.

156 He hath a daily beauty in his life.

37-v. 1. 157

Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man, As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you.

4-iii. 4.

158
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,
Or gild again the noble troops, that waited
Upon my smiles.

25-iii. 2.

159 When I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate.

37-i. 2. 160

Faster than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. 10-iii. 5.

161

My mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood, When she does praise me, grieves me. 28-i. 9.

162 In the managing of quarrels, you may see he is