472. The hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces. 473 19-iv. 1. I took him for the plainest harmless't creature, So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue. 474 24-iii. 5. So finely bolted* didst thou seem : And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, With some suspicion. To mark the full-fraught man, and best endued,† 475 20-ii. 2. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. 476 In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, For when my outward action doth demonstrate 477 Thou art a traitor and a miscreant! 5-i. 2. 37-i. 1. 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. 479 If you were born to honour, show it now; If put upon you, make the judgment good That thought you worthy of it. 480 33-iv. 6. 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. 481 Think him as a serpent's egg, 25-v. 2. Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind,* grow mis chievous. 29-ii. 1. 482 A serviceable villain, As duteous to the vices of thy mistress, 34-iv. 6 483 Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; 484 Correction and instruction must both work, 485 34-iv. 2. 5-iii. 2. Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch. 486 Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; 30-i. 2. [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. 24-iv. 4. * Nature. † Cross. 487 Fear, and not love, begets his penitence; 488 Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time 489 Upon thy eyeballs murd'rous tyranny 490 17-v. 3. 27-iv. 3. 22-iii. 2. Thus merely with the garment of a grace, 491 None serve with him but constrained things, 492 What shall I say to thee, thou cruel, Poems. 15-v. 4. Thou that did'st bear the key of all my counsels, That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold- That, though the truth of it stands off as gross I will weep for thee; For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like Another fall of man. 493 The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his 20-ii. 2. Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast. 16-iv. 2. 494 Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, 495 Came he right now* to sing a raven's note, 496 Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward; 10-i. 3. 22-iii. 2. Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight To teach thee safety! 16-iii. 1. 497 An inhuman wretch, 9-iv. 1. Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. 498 Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd, Is he a lanıb? his skin is surely lent him, For he's inclined as are the ravenous wolves, 499 "Tis not impossible, 22-iii. 1. But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground, In all his dressings,† characts, titles, forms, * Just now. 5-v. 1. † 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 6-ii. 1. 501 Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill. 502 Now I feel Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,-envy. Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin! 1-i. 2. You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, In time will find their fit rewards. 503 25-iii. 2. Mark the fleers, 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, 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 6-v. 1. And am I then a man to be beloved? O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! 507 23-iii. 2. Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. 30-iii. 11. * Incredible. † In his devising slanders. |