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, 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 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 ; 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, COGN, Efq. Pray you perufe that letter; Henry V.. You must not now deny it is your own hand; 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. Of spirit so still, and quiet, that her motion There are a fort of men, whose visages With purpose to be drest in an opinion 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; Sell when you can, you are not for all markets. As You Like it, A& III. Lady CROSIE, Here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand For thou shalt find, fhe will out ftep all praife, 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 |