BOOTLESS. - And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes 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 ii. 1. ii. 1. ii. 1. V. 2. I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor cannot woo in festival terms 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 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em '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 More than I seem, and less than I was born to Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born To signify thou camest to bite the world 'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content O joy, e'en made away ere 't can be born! Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man Was born of woman 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 This Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office 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 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. As if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. 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 . iii. 1. V. I. Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know Meas. for Meas. ii. 2. Mid. N. Dream, i. 1. Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet Would in so just a business shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers 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. Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth Taught us how to cherish such high deeds Even in the bosom of our adversaries. There is a thing within my bosom tells me Your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters 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 All the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin! 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 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 I will put that business in your bosoms, Whose execution takes 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 BOTCHED. How many fruitless pranks This ruffian hath botched up 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. Lest it should ravel and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me Two Gen.of Verona, iii. 2. 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 affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal . Meas. for Meas. i. 1. Mid. N. Dream, iii. 1. Into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps, Keeps place with thought 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. 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. BOTTOMLESS.-Rather, bottomless, that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out As You Like It, iv. 1. 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. Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds Rather than make unprofited return. . Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience . 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 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 Prouder of the work, Than customary bounty can enforce you Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my 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. No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty . BOURDEAUX. There's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him 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 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.. Twelfth Night, i. 1. Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 5. BOWL. Thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias. Bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, As low as to the fiends! 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. He teaches boys the hornbook As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, So the boy Love is perjured 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. |