BLEST.- It is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed In being so blest! Love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit Mer. of Venice, ii. 6. So shining and so evident That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye V. I. .1 Henry VI. ii. 4. Richard III. iv. 4. He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost Romeo and Juliet, i. 1. If love be blind, It best agrees with night Our very eyes Are sometimes like our judgements, blind BLINDNESS. Muffle your false love with some show of blindness You may, some of you, thank love for my blindness. BLINK. Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne BLISS and goodness on you! Thus have you heard me severed from my bliss, O let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! iii. 2. Cymbeline, iv. 2. Com. of Errors, iii. 2. Henry V. v. 2. Mid. N. Dream, v. 1. Meas. for Meas. iii. 2. Com. of Errors, i. 1. Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2. . Mer. of Venice, ii. 9. Tam. of the Shrew, v. 1. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest BLOCK. - She misused me past the endurance of a block. That which here stands up Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block Love's L. Lost, v. 2. . Henry VIII. i. 3. Meas. for Meas. ii. 3. Romeo and Juliet, iii. 2. Much Ado, ii. 1. As You Like It, i. 2. Two Gen. of Verona, iii. 1. The resolute acting of your blood Could have attained the effect of your own purpose In the heat of blood, And lack of tempered judgement afterward And all the conduits of my blood froze up I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that It better fits my blood to be disdained of all There is no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touched with love iii. 2. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention How giddily a' turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty? iii. 3. iv. 1. iv. 1. iv. I. V. I. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remembered be Love's L. Lost, iv. 3. O, let us embrace! As true we are As flesh and blood can be iv. 3. Young blood doth not obey an old decree Her favour turns the fashion of the days, For native blood is counted painting now iv. 3. iv. 3. Love's L. Lost, v. 2. V. 2. Mid. N. Dream, i. 1. BLOOD of youth burns not with such excess As gravity's revolt to wantonness. 111. 2. ill. 2. Mer. of Venice, i. 1. The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree If thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood Though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners. My own flesh and blood to rebel! - Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years? You have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; The words expressly are a pound of flesh'. I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your blood Whose great decision hath much blood let forth, And more thirsts after This does make some obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering His varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly I'll pawn the little blood which I have left To save the innocent He tells her something That makes her blood look out. I would fain say, bleed tears, for I am sure my heart wept blood i. 2. ii. 1. ii. 2. 11. 3 iii. I. iii. 2. iv. I. As You Like It, i. 1. ii. 3. ii. 3. iv. 3. Tam. of the Shrew, Induc. 2. Here have we war for war and blood for blood, Controlment for controlment All's Well, I. iii. 1. Twelfth Night, iii. 2. iii. 4. Winter's Tale, i. 2. She in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world . That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle, Three foot of it doth hold These two Christian armies might combine The blood of malice in a vein of league. It is too late the life of all his blood Is touched corruptibly. Like a traitor coward, Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood i. I. i. 1. i. 2. i. 3. i. 3. i. 3. iii. 4. 1 Henry IV. i. 3. From our quiet confines fright fair peace, And make us wade even in our kindred's blood i. 3. ii. 3. V. 2. V. 2. 2 Henry IV. ii. 2. ii. 4. iv. I. It hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood And an adopted name of privilege It perfumes the blood ere one can say, 'What's this?' BLOOD.-For thin drink doth so over-cool their blood The second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? As you hope to have redemption By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins Richard III. i. 4. I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin. The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me The veins unfilled, our blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning Blood and revenge are hammering in my head iv. 2. Troi. and Cress. i. 3. V. I. Coriolanus, i. 5. V. I. Titus Andron. ii. 3. Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball Rom. & Jul.ii.5. Their blood is caked, 't is cold, it seldom flows Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods These lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men. Made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. Nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood I know young bloods look for a time of rest Make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse. Timon of Athens, ii. 2. Julius Cæsar, i. 2. iii. 1. iii. 1. ii. 2. iv. 3. Macbeth, i. 5. ii. 2. ii. 3. ii. 3. iii. 4. iii. 4. iii. 4. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious 111. 4. V. I. v. 6. Hamlet, i. 3. 3. Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold blood. Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, A violet in the youth of primy nature. i. 5. 5. i. 5. 11. I. Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man Our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king Cymbeline, i. 1. Pericles, iv. 1. iv. 1. V. 1. Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men! BLOOD-SUCKER. A knot you are of damned blood-suckers BLOODY with spurring, fiery-red with haste No sun to ripe The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit BLOSSOM. - Spied a blossom, passing fair, Playing in the wanton air O, that this good blossom could be kept from cankers! . Much Ado, V. I. King John, ii. 1. Love's L. Lost, iv. 3. As You Like It, ii. 3. Winter's Tale, v. 2. 2 Henry IV. ii. 2. For the truth and plainness of the case I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here 1 Henry VI. ii. 4. . 2 Henry VI. iii. 1. Henry VIII. iii. 2. Titus Andron. iv. 2. Hamlet, i. 5. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled The lesser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes than men their minds Bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds T. G. of Ver. v. 4. All souls that will be safe fly from my side, For time hath set a blot upon my pride. Is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? Thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man Well struck! there was blow for blow Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows Blow like sweet roses in this summer air Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude iii. 2. iv. I. iv. I. Henry V. ii. 2. . 1 Henry VI. ii. 4. Com. of Errors, ii. 1. iii. 1. iii. 1. iii. 1. iv. 4. Love's L. Lost, v. 2. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please . A good note; that keeps you from the blow of the law Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answered blows Let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder V. 2. As You Like It, ii. 7. ii. 7. Tam. of the Shrew, i. 2. Twelfth Night, iii. 4. King John, ii. 1. Richard II. i. 3. Yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Not the ill wind which blows no man to good O lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow By words or blows here let us win our right Ill blows the wind that profits nobody Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow Yet oft, When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. ii. 1. 1 Henry IV. i. 2. ii. 4. 2 Henry IV. v. 3. Henry V. iii. 1. 1 Henry VI. i. 3. 2 Henry VI. i. 3. 3 Henry VI. i. 1. ii. 5. iii. 2. Fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves A noble cunning Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back It is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face BLOW.- Milk-livered man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven Thou hast sworn to do 't: 'T is but a blow, which never shall be known It is you Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me. . Othello, iii. 3. Pericles, iv. 1. Meas. for Meas. iii. 1. ii. 4. Hamlet, iii. 3. Titus Andron. iv. 2. Romeo and Juliet, iii. 3. Merry Wives, iv. 5. BLOWSE. Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure BLUNT. Foolish, blunt, unkind, Stigmatical in making, worse in mind Othello, ii. 1. Cymbeline, ii. 2. Com. of Errors, iv. 2. Much A do, iii. 5. V. 2. Tam. of the Shrew, iii. 2. 2 Henry VI. iv. 1. Base slave, thy words are blunt, and so art thou. BLUNTNESS. BLUSH. Macbeth, iv. 3. Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness King Lear, ii. 2. Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty I should blush, I know, To be o'erheard, and taken napping so Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity! If you can blush and cry 'guilty,' cardinal, You'll show a little honesty Bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty O, shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones BLUSHED. I blushed to hear his monstrous devices And ever since thou hast blushed extempore I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. BLUSHES.-Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for Meas. for Meas. ii. 4. Behold how like a maid she blushes here! A thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes Much Ado, iv. 1. iv. I. All's Well, ii. 3. Henry V. v. 2. Much Ado, iv. 1. . Love's L. Lost, i. 2. BLUSHING. I have marked A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face His treasons will sit blushing in his face, Not able to endure the sight of day If thou canst for blushing, view this face, And bite thy tongue |