put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.-What should fuch a fellow as I do crawling between earth and heav'n ?

He ufes his folly like a ftalking horse, and under the presentation of that, he fhoots his wit.

Oh, the curfe of marriage!

That we can call thofe delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad
And live upon the vapours of a dungeon,

Than keep a corner in the thing I love,

For other's ufe!

Sir JOHN F

Othello, A& III.

DG.

Plate fins with gold,

And the sharp lance of juftice hurtlefs breaks.
Through tattered cloaths fmall vices do appear,
Robes, and furr'd gowns hide all!

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Lear, A& IV.

Mr. DE GY,

Young ravens muft have food.

Merry Wives, A& I.

Lady

Lady J-Y.

This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart:
Hot, hot and moift-this hand of yours requires
A fequefter from liberty; fafting and pray'r
Much caftigation, exercife devout;

For here's a young, and fweating devil-here,
That commonly rebels !

Othello, A&t III.

Hang him, poor cuckoldy knave, I know him not; yet I wrong him to call him poor; they fay the jealous wittolly knave hath maffes of money, for the which his wife feems to be well favour'd.

Methinks I have no more wit than a Chriftian, or an ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

Twelfth Night, A& I.

Dutchefs of CBD.

Maids are May when they are maids; but the fky changes when they are wives.-I will be more;

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jealous

jealous of thee than a Barbary cock over his hen ; more clamorous than a parrot against rain: more new fangled than an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry.

As you like it, A&IV.

G. SYN, Efq;

But hear thee, Gratiano,

Thou art rude, and bold of fpeech,
Parts that become thee happily enough,

And in fuch eyes as ours appear no fault;

But where thou art not known, why there they

fhew

Something too liberal.

Merch. Ven. A&I.

Lord COLE-NE.

Can my

fides hold, to think that man who knows

What woman is, yea, what she cannot chufe to by

Will his free hours languish out,

For affured bondage?

Lady DBY.

Bleffed live you long

Cymb. A&II,

A Lady to the worthieft Sir, that ever

Country

Country called his, and you his mistress, only

For the moft worthy fit.

Cymb. A& II.

Sir RALPH PNE.

He has been at a great feast of languages, and ftolen the fcraps. O! he has lived long on the alms basket of words.

Love's Labour Loft.

Lord DART- -TH.

His champions are the Prophets and.Apostles;
His weapons, holy faws of facred writ.

Mifs MON

In Belmont is a Lady richly left,

Hen. VI. A& I.

And fhe is fair, and fairer than that word

Of wond'rous virtues.

Merch. of Ven. A&tt I...

Mr. T. LUT L.

Oh! he's as tedious.

As a tir'd horfe, or as a railing wife;
Worse than a fmoaky house. I had rather live
With cheese and garlick in a windmill far,
'Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any fummer-houfe in Christendom!

Hen. IV. Part I. A& III

Lady

Lady SARAH BY.

Adultery thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: the wren goes to it, and the small gilded fly Letchers in my fight. Let copulation thrive!

Lord AB--G.
-GNY.

Lear, A& III.

I'll use thee kindly for thy miftrefs' fake,

That us'd me fo.

Two Gant. of Verona.

Duke of C- B

D.

God hath bleft you with a good name! to be well favoured is the gift of fortune, but to write and read, comes by nature.

Lord WG.

Much Ado, &c.

A ferving man, proud in heart, and mind; that curl'd my hair, wore gloves in my cap, that serv'd the luft of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her; fwore as many oaths as I spoke words, and broke them in the sweet face of heav'n! Lear, A& IV.

Go to !---here's a fimple line of life...-Here's a fmall trifle of wives.---Alas, fifteen wives is no

thing!