BOOTLESS. - And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn
But bootless is your sight: he will not speak To any
BOOTY. So triumph thieves upon their conquered booty

Bore.

Thou knowest my old ward; here I lay, and thus I bore my point Whereon you stood, confined Into an auger's bore

Yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter.

Love's L. Lost, v. 2.

Mid. N. Dream, ii. 1.

Love's counselor should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense BORN.

- Yet I live like a poor gentleman born

Being, as thou sayest thou art, born under Saturn

1 Henry IV. ii. 4. Coriolanus, iv. 6. Hamlet, iv. 6. Cymbeline, iii. 2. Merry Wives, i. 1. Much Ado, i. 3.

I was born to speak all mirth and no matter

Out of question, you were born in a merry hour
There was a star danced, and under that was I born

ii. 1.

ii. 1.

ii. 1.

V. 2.

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor cannot woo in festival terms
For every man with his affects is born, Not by might mastered.

You were born to do me shame.

Love's L. Lost, i. 1.

We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em
They that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man Winter's Tale, i. i.
Temptations have since then been born to 's

'T is safer to Avoid what's grown than question how 't is born. Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool

Thy sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.

i. 2.

i. 2. ii. 1.

See you these clothes? say you see them not, and think me still no gentleman born.

A widow, husbandless, subject to fears, A woman, naturally born to fears

There was not such a gracious creature born

We were not born to sue, but to command

I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot

I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head

I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon
I think this word 'sallet' was born to do me good

More than I seem, and less than I was born to
I'll plague ye for that word. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born To signify thou camest to bite the world
And the women cried, 'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'

'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content
Help, help! my lady 's dead! O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
We are born to do benefits

O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born!

Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man Was born of woman
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: We both have fed as well
Laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth
Fear not, Macbeth: no man that 's born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee
What's he That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none.
Swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandished by man that's of a woman born
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born
Though I am native here And to the manner born

The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right! .

BORN.

Better thou Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my waked wrath Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in 't

Let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted

Not born where 't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.

You, born in these latter times, When wit 's more ripe.

BORNE. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age

Still have I borne it with a patient shrug

I have borne, and borne, and borne, and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off

I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs
These miseries are more than may be borne

This Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office
Only, I say, Things have been strangely borne
So that, I say, He has borne all things well
That it were better my mother had not borne me.
He hath borne me on his back a thousand times

BORROW.

Macbeth, i. 7. iii. 6.

iii. 6.

Hamlet, iii. 1.

V. I.

Com. of Errors, i. 1.

Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum, And live
Borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows Two Gen.
Borrows money in God's name, the which he hath used so long and never paid
Although I neither lend nor borrow By taking nor by giving of excess
Methought you said you neither lend nor borrow Upon advantage.
Of your royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week

So shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviours from the great

I dare swear you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow.

Pluck the borrowed veil of modesty.

of Verona, ii. 4. Much Ado, v. 1. Mer. of Venice, i. 3. i. 3. Winter's Tale, i. 2. King John, v. I.

2 Henry IV. v. 2. Merry Wives, iii. 2.

ii. 5.

He borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman, and swore he would pay him Mer. of Venice, i. 2.
I would have him help to waste His borrowed purse
Youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed
Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed
Why do you dress me In borrowed robes?

As if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
BORROWER. - I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain
The answer is as ready as a borrower's cap, 'I am the king's poor cousin, sir'
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend
BORROWING.Shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers

Borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

Twelfth Night, iii. 4. 2 Henry VI. iii. 1.

Loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry BOSOM. - I feel not This deity in my bosom

My bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee till thy wound be thoroughly healed Two Gen. of Verona, i. 2. Shall be delivered Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love

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iii. 1.

V. I.

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know Meas. for Meas. ii. 2.
Your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it, To lock it in the wards of covert bosom.
In her bosom I'll unclasp my heart And take her hearing prisoner
Much Ado, i. 1.
This man hath bewitched the bosom of my child.

Mid. N. Dream, i. 1.

Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth
Two bosoms interchained with an oath; So then two bosoms and a single troth
Nature shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart
From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint.

Would in so just a business shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers
Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness

A cypress, not a bosom, Hideth my heart

I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has

That is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.

Thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished

V. 7.

BOSOM.-Despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts King John, iii. 3.
There is so hot a summer in my bosom, That all my bowels crumble up to dust
When they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee

Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham!
There's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine

Taught us how to cherish such high deeds Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Whose bosom burns With an incensed fire of injuries

There is a thing within my bosom tells me

Your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters
He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom

I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company

Gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance

All the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin!
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: Advance our standards
Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome

Richard II. iii. 2.

iii. 2. iv. I.

1 Henry IV. iii. 3.

V. 5.

2 Henry IV. i. 3. iv. 1.

Henry V. ii. 2.

ii. 3.

iv. 1.

iv. 1.

2 Henry VI. iv. 1.

V. 2.

V. 3.

This respite shook The bosom of my conscience, entered me, Yea, with a splitting power
Should once set footing in your generous bosoms.

Henry VIII. i. 1. ii. 4. Troi. and Cress. ii. 2. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse. iii. 2. Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart Coriolanus, iv. 4. More inconstant than the wind who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north Romeo & Juliet, i. 4. One, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne

By and by thy bosom shall partake The secrets of my heart

As you see, Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone

I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it
Still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear.

I will put that business in your bosoms, Whose execution takes
your enemy off
Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart.
Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge.
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul.

Shall to my bosom Be as well neighboured, pitied, and relieved.

Use well our father: To your professed bosoms I commit him

Our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom.

I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood
BOTCH. - Do botch and bungle up damnation With patches, colours.
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts

BOTCHED. How many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botched up
'Tis not well mended so, it is but botched; If not. I would it were
BOTCHER. I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris
Deserve not so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's cushion
BOTCHES. - Leave no rubs nor botches in the work

BOTTLE. - Hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at me.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay

As wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle, either too much at once, or none As You Like It, iii. 2. This bottle makes an angel.

BOTTLE. And I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I might never spit white again 2 Henry IV. i. 2.
A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle
Othello, ii. 3.
BOTTOM. If the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down.
Merry Wives, iii. 5.

Lest it should ravel and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me Two Gen.of Verona, iii. 2.
It concerns me To look into the bottom of my place.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.

It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom

O, sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal
Now I see The bottom of your purpose...

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Meas. for Meas. i. 1. Mid. N. Dream, iii. 1.

Into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground.
Therein should we read The very bottom and the soul of hope.
Much too shallow To sound the bottom of the after-times.

Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom
And creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea
We then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea
The tent that searches To the bottom of the worst

Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps, Keeps place with thought
Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?

But there's no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness.

O melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, And never interrupt you

iv. I.

iv. 2.

Mer. of Venice, i. 1.

As You Like It, iv. 1.
All's Well, iii. 7.

1 Henry IV. i. 3. iv. I.

2 Henry IV. iv. 2. v. 3.

Henry V. iii. Prol.

. 2 Henry VI. v. 2. Richard III. i. 4. Troi. and Cress. ii. 2. iii. 3.

Titus Andron. iii. 1.
Macbeth, iv. 3.
Cymbeline, iv. 2.
Pericles, v. 1.

BOTTOMLESS.-Rather, bottomless, that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out As You Like It, iv. 1.
BOUGH. - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping
Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.

As duly, but not as truly, As bird doth sing on bough

Then was I as a tree Whose boughs did bend with fruit

hours of time ii. 7. Richard II. iii. 4.

Henry V. iii. 2. Cymbeline, iii. 3. Com. of Errors, iii. 1. Twelfth Night, iii. 4. 1 Henry IV. v. 3. Macbeth, i. 7. King John, ii. 1. Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2.

Tam. of the Shrew, i. 2.

There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky Com.of Err.ii.1.
I'll have them very fairly bound: All books of love.
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.

Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds Rather than make unprofited return.
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds

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Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience
The very list, the very utmost bound, Of all our fortunes

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V. 2.

Twelfth Night, i. 4. King John, iii. 1. 1 Henry IV. i. 3. iv. 1.

Borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound
So bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty

Romeo and Juliet, i. 4.

i. 4.

iv. 2.

Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to Othello, iii. 3. BOUNDLESS. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy.

The desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit
BOUNTIES. Pared my present havings, to bestow My bounties upon you
BOUNTIFUL. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions.
Wondrous affable, and as bountiful As mines of India
BOUNTY.

Prouder of the work, Than customary bounty can enforce you
Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again
Let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.

Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty
As my hand has opened bounty to you, My heart dropped love
Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty

King John, iv. 3. Troi. and Cress. iii. 2.

Henry VIII. iii. 2.

All's Well, ii. 2. 1 Henry IV. iii. 1. Mer. of Venice, iii. 4. Twelfth Night, v. 1.

V. I.

Richard II. ii. 3. Henry VIII. iii. 2. Troi. and Cress. iv. 5.

BOUNTY. - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep

'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind.

O, he's the very soul of bounty!

Romeo and Juliet, ii. 2.
Timon of Athens, i. 2.

No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.

The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty
The bounty and the benison of heaven To boot, and boot!
For his bounty, There was no winter in 't

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BOURDEAUX. There's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him
BOURN. The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns.
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Thy spacious and dilated parts
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.

From the dread summit of this chalky bourn

I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.

To take your imagination, From bourn to bourn, region to region Bow. - The moon, like to a silver bow New-bent in heaven

Loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow

From love's weak childish bow she lives unharmed

The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft.

BOWELS. The cannons have their bowels full of wrath

i. 2. ii. 2.

iv. 2.

Hamlet, ii. 2. King Lear, iv. 6 Ant. and Cleo. v. 2

2 Henry IV. ii. 4. Hamlet, iii. 1. Troi. and Cress. ii. 3. King Lear, iii. 6. iv. 6. Ant. and Cleo. i. 1. Pericles, iv. 4. Mid. N. Dream, i. 1.

V. 7.

v. 3.

There is so hot a summer in my bosom, That all my bowels crumble up to dust
This villanous salt-petre should be digged Out of the bowels of the harmless earth 1 Henry IV. i. 3.
God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment
And tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou

Richard III. iii. 4.

V. 2.

Troi. and Cress. ii. 1. ii. 2.

Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2.

There is no lady of more softer bowels, More spongy to suck in the sense of fear..
BOWER. - Near to her close and consecrated bower
Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers

Twelfth Night, i. 1.

Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 5.

BOWL. Thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias.
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, And save me so much talking. . Henry VIII. i. 4.
Sometimes, Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, I have tumbled past the throw. Coriolanus, v. 2.

Bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, As low as to the fiends!
Fill our bowls once more; Let's mock the midnight bell
BOWLER. A marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler
BOW-STRING. He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string
Enough; hold or cut bow-strings
Bow-wow. Hark, hark! Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow
Box. He borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman

Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus? BOXES.

- About his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes

My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys

My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care

By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys

'T was the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-monging boys, That lie and cog and flout
His disgrace is to be called boy: but his glory is to subdue men
The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat
This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy.

He teaches boys the hornbook

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, So the boy Love is perjured
She as her attendant hath A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king

I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my henchman

The boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop.

Your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be

Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy

So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.