There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth!

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 4.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company,
To fee 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. 1, S. 1. As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, fo eating love Inhabits in the fineft wits of all.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, 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 Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even fo by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. rẻ Love is your mafter, for he mafters you; And he that is fo yoked by a fool, Methinks fhould not be chronicled for wife.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 1 Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a tefty babe, will fcratch the nurse, And prefently, all humbled, kifs the rod.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 2.

L U S T.

That incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traiterous gifts,
(O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power

So to feduce!) won to his fhameful uft
The will of my moft feeming-virtuous queen.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 5.

His captain's heart,

Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burft
The buckles on his breaft, reneges all temper;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,

To cool a gypfy's luft.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 1.

LIE, LYING.

Manhood is melted into courtefies, 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.

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Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 14 Ofir, we quarrel in print, by the book; I will name you the degrees. The firft, the retort courteous; the fecond, the quip modeft; the third, the reply churlish; the fourth, the freproof valiant; fifth, the counter-check quarrelfome; the fixth, the lie with circumftance; the feventh, the lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an if. I knew when feven juftices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, If you faid fo, then I faid fo; and they fhook hands, and fwore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.

As you like it, A. 5, S. 4.

I did diflike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he fent me word, if I faid his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: this is called the retort If I fent him word again, it was not well

courteous.

his captain's heart, &c.] I fhould prefer-his cap

tain-heart, i. e. his bold, and daring spirit.
The mark of the genitive cafe obfcures the meaning.

A. B.

cut,

cut, he would fend me word, he cut it to please himfelf: this is called the quip modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he difabled my judgment: this is called the reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I fpake not true: this is called the reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would fay I lie: this is called the counter-check quarrelfome; and fo to the lie circumftantial, and the lie direct. As you like it, A. 5, S. 4.

Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradefWinter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. Will poor folk lie,

men.

That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis

A punishment, or trial? Yes, no wonder,

When rich ones fcarce tell true: to lapfe in fullness Is forer, than to lie for need; and falsehood

Is worfe in kings, than beggars.

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Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 6.

Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying!grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and fo was he but we rose both at an inftant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believ'd, fo; if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the fin upon their own heads.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4:

M,

MADNESS.

SINCE I faw thee,

The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear a madness held me.

S 3

Tempeft, A. 5, S. 1.

Some

Sometimes am I

Tempeft, A. 2, S. 2.

All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues, Do hifs me into madness.

Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation. Tempest, A. 1, S. 2. Mother, for love of

grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your foul, That not your trefpafs, but my madness, speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unfeen.

This is mere madness:

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are difclos'd,
His filence will fit drooping.

Hamlet, A. 5, S. 1.

My pulfe, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful mufic: it is not madness,
That I have utter'd: bring me to the teft,
And I the matter will reword; which madness
Would gambol from.

S.4.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

He was met even now As mad as the vex'd fea: finging aloud;

Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds,

With harlocks, hemlocks, nettles, cuckow-flowers, Darnel, all the idle weeds that grow

In our fuftaining corn.

Lear, A. 4, S. 4. How pregnant fometimes his replies are! a hap piness that often madness hits on, which reafon and fanity could not fo profperoufly be delivered of.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

* How pregnant, &c.] Pregnant is ready, dexterous, apt.

STEEVENS,

"Pregnant" is fomething more than dexterous, or apt. It

here means, full of confequence.

A. B.

Mad

:

;

Mad let us grant him then and now remains,
That we find out the caufe of this effect:
Or, rather fay, the cause of this defect;
For this effect, defective, comes by cause.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure;
But farewell it, for I will ufe no art.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord?
Or to the dreadful fummit of the cliff,

That bettles o'er his base into the fea?

And there affume fome other horrible form,

Which might deprive your fovereignty of reafon
And draw you into madness?

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 4.

— He made me mad,

To fee him fhine fo brifk, and fmell fo fweet,

And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God fave the

mark!)

And telling me, the fovereign'ft thing on earth,
Was parmacity for an inward bruife.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. I,

Be Kent unmannerly, when Lear is mad.

Think'ft thou that duty fhall have dread to fpeak,

S. 3:

When power to flattery bows? To plainnefs honour's bound,

When majesty stoops to folly.

Lear, A. 1, S. 1.

Her madness hath the oddeft frame of fenfe,

Such a dependency of thing on thing,

As e'er I heard in madness.

Meafure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1,

MAJESTY.

Now will it beft avail your majesty,

To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France:

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