Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil’st, . Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 3. Nothing in his life Became him, like the leaving it: he dy'd Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 4. Oh, vanity of fickness! fierce extremes Against the mind; the which he pricks and wounds Which, in their throng and prefs to that last hold, King John, A. 5. Sc. 7. Cowards die many times before their deaths ; Will come, when it will come. Julius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 2. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 1. REFLECTIONS UPON DEATH. (In the Character of Yorick.) -Alas! poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jet, of moft excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how ab hoir'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that I have kifs'd I know not how oft!Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your your fongs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar?-Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe must come ;-make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my Lord? Ham. Doft thou think Alexander look'd o'this fafhion on the earth? Hor. E'en fo. Ham. And fmelt fo? Pah! Hor. E'en fo, my Lord. Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble duft of Alexander till he find it ftopping a bung-hole? Hor. 'Twere to confider too curiously, to confider fo. Ham. No, faith; not a jot: but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus, Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to duft, the dust is earth, of earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ? Imperial Cafar dead, and turn'd to clay, DECEPTION. The world is ftill deceiv'd with ornament. F. The The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, To be the dowry of a fecond head, To a moft dang'rous fea; the beauteous scarf The feeming truth which cunning times put on The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. I. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An abfolute truft. Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 4. DEER WOUNDED. To-day, my Lord of Amiens, and myself, As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 1. D. E LA Y. Let's take the inftant by the forward top; Steals, ere we can effect them. All's Well that Ends Well, A. 5. Sc. 2. Come-I have learn'd that fearful commenting Is leaden fervitor to dull delay; Delay leads impotent and fnail-pac'd beggary. DEPARTING Richard III. A. 4. Sc. 3. DISEASES. Before the curing of a strong disease, King John, A. 3. Sc. 3 DESPAIR. Do not repent these things; for they are heavier The Winter's Tale, A. - If thou did❜ft but confent To this moft cruel act, do but defpair, And, if thou want'ft a cord, the finalleft thread Will ftrangle thee; a rush will be a beam 3. Sc. 2. To hang thee on: or, would't thou drown thyself, And it fhall be as all the ocean, Enough to ftifle fuch a villain DESPERATION. (And betimes I will) unto the weird fifters: By By the worft means, the worft: for mine own good, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Macbeth, A. 3. Sc. 4. DESP ONDENCE. My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up: The wrack of all my friends, and this man's threats, The Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. 2. There's nothing in this world can make me joy; Vexing the dull ear of a drowfy man. A bitter fhame hath spoilt the fweet world's tafte, King John, A. 3. Sc. 3. I have liv'd long enough: my May of life DETR ACTION. Men's evil manners live in brafs; their virtues We write in water. Henry VIII. A. 4. Sc. 2. DIGNITY. Had I fo lavish of my prefence been, So common hackney'd in the eyes of men, Opinion, |