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thing! eleven widows, and nine maids is a fimple

coming in for one man.

Merch. of Ven.

PAGG-- W. TON.

Marry, Sir! fhe's the kitchen wench, and all grease, and I know not what ufe to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant her drefs, and the tallow in them, will burn a whole Poland winter! Comedy of Errors.

Lady SP-N-R.

Admired Miranda!

Indeed the top of admiration's worth,

What's dearest in the world. Full many a Lady Have I ey'd with beft regard, but you-oh! you So perfect, and fo peerlefs are created,

Of every creature's best!

Duke of St. AL

I am one

Tempest, Act III.

Se weary with difafters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would fet my life on any chance
To mend it, or be rid on't!

Macbeth, A&III.

Hon

Hon. Mr. H—B-T.

Why he will look upon his boot, and fing ;--mend his ruff, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a song!

Hon. Mrs. HD

O happy fair,

All's Well, A& II.

N.

Your eyes are load-ftars, and your tongue fweet and
More tuneable than lark to fhepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, and hawthorn buds appear.

Midf. Night's Dream, A&I.

Mr. MEY

I charge thee, huntfman, tender well my bounds: faw'ft thou not, boy, how Glider made it good at the hedge corner, at the coldeft fcent? I would not lofe the dog for twenty pounds.

Taming the Shrew.

Mrs. FOY.

Oh! when she is angry, she is keen, and fhrewd ;
She was a vixen when the went to school,

And tho' fhe be but little, fhe is fierce.

Midf. Night's Dream, A&t III.

Duke of MoN

Every wretch pale before

GUT

Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks,

A largefs

A largefs univerfal; like tne un univerfal,
His liberal eye doth give to every one.

COGN, Efq.

Pray you perufe that letter;

Henry V..

You must not now deny it is your own hand;
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
Or fay, 'tis not your feal,
You can fay none of this.

Lady CAR

nor your invention:

Twelfth Night, A& V.

LE.

The morn of Rome, chaste as the icicle,

That's curdled by the froft from purest stream,

And hangs on Dian's temple.

Lord V

Goriolanus.

Here's that which is too weak to be a finner!

All's Well, &c.

Lord W-LL-DE B—K—E.

He is, melancholy without caufe, and merry

against the hour.

Troilus and Creffida

Lord IRN-AM:

I have lived long enough; my way of life is fal len into the fear, the yellow leap and that which

Should

fhould accompany old age, as honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead, curfes, not loud, but deep! Macbeth, A&IV.

Hon. L-L DR.

But when fhall we fet the favage bull's horns on the fenfible Benedick's head? yea, and underneath, "here dwells Benedick the married man !"

Duke of QUEENS-Y.

appears

Oh, good old man! how well in thee The conftant fervice of the antique world, When fervice fweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of those times. As You Like it, A&III.

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Of spirit so still, and quiet, that her motion
Blush'd at itself; and fhe, in fpight of Nature,
To fall in love with what the fear'd to look on!

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There are a fort of men, whose visages
Do cream, and mantle like a standing pond,
And do a wilful ftillness entertain,

With purpose to be drest in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;

As

As who should say, I am Sir Oracle,

And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

Mifs MOLES

Merch. of Ven. A& I.

TH.

Mistress, know yourself, down on your knees,

And thank heav'n, fasting, for a good man's love;
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,

Sell when you can, you are not for all markets.
Cry the man mercy: love him, take his offer.

As You Like it, A& III.

Lady CROSIE,

Here, afore Heaven,

I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand
Do not fmile at me, that I boaft her off!

For thou shalt find, fhe will out ftep all praife,
And make it halt behind.

Sir E

·D D.

Tempest, Act IV.

NG.

Thou giv't fo long, I fear

Thou wilt give thyfelf away in paper shortly.

Timor of Athens.

Lady AUG. CAMP-L.

Tempefts themselves, high feas, and howling winds,

As having fenfe of beauty do omit

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