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There is no wole to his correction.
... Nor, to his service, no fuch joy on earth!
o ds Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than living dully fluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with fhapeless idleness.
. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. I, S
- As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, fo eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. I, S. 1.
Love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-fore fighs.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 1.
As the most forward bud !
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s Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. I, S. IN fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod. **** * Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 2,
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LIE, LYIN Ġ. Manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongues, and trim ones too : he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it. .. . ,
Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1a O fir, we quarrel in print, by the book; I will name you the degrees. The first, the retort courteous; the second, the quip modeft; the third, the reply churlish; the fourth, the freproof valiant; the fifth, the counter-check quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie with circumstance; the seventh, the lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an if. I knew.. when seven justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties. were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, If you said so, then I said fo; and they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.
As you like it, A. 5, S. 4. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard ; he fent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was : this is called the retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not well
SINCE I saw thee, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear a madness held me. Tempeft, A. 5, S. 1.