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Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon:

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scattered in the bottom of the sea:

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes

Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,

As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.

King Richard III, Act i. Sc. 4.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Act iii. Sc. 1. Off with his head!l Act iii. Sc. 4.

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,

Ready, with every nod, to tumble down. Ibi<l.

Even in the afternoon of her best days. Act iii. Sc. 7.

Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. Act It. Sc. 2.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. Act iv. Sc. a.

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. Hid.

Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women

Rail on the Lord's anointed. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Tetchy and wayward. Ibid.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. Ibid.

Thus far into the bowels of the land

Have we marched on without impediment. Act v. Sc. 2.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Ibid.

The king's name is a tower of strength. Act v. Sc. 3.

Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. Ibid.

i Compare Cibber. Page 24R.

0 eoward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

And every tongue brings in a several tale,

And every tale condemns me for a villain. Ibid.

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. lhid.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. feid.

The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. Ibid.

A thing devised by the enemy.1 Ibid.

I have set my life upon a east, And I will stand the hazard of the die:

I think there be six Riehmonds in the field. Act v. Sc . i.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! lhid.

Order gave each thing view. King Henry V1l1. Aet i. Se. 1.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

That it do singe yourself. Ibid.

This bold bad man.2 Act ii. Se. 2.

'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. Act ii. Se. 3.

'T is well said again; And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. Act iii. Se. 2.

» Compare Cihhcr. Page 248. s Compare Spenser. Page 10.

And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Se. 2.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness :

And, from that full meridian of my glory,

I haste now to my setting: I shall fall

Like a bright exhalation in the evening,

And no man see me more. lhid.

Press not a falling man too far! 1hid.

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness !

This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth

The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,

And bears his blushing honours thiek upon him;

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,

And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely

His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,

And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,

Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,

This many summers in a sea of glory,

But far beyond my depth: my high-hlown pride

At length broke under me and now has left me,

Weary and old with service, to the mercy

Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.

Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:

I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched

Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!

There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,

That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,

More pangs and fears than wars or women have:

And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Never to hope again. Ibid.

A peace above all earthly dignities,

A still and quiet conscience. 1hid.

And sleep in dull cold marble.
King Henry VIII. Act iii, Sc. 2.
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. lbid.

I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. Ibid.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty. ,
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim`st at be thy country’s,

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Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies. Hrid.

A royal train, believe me. Act iv. Sc. 1.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity! Act iv. Sc. 2.

He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Ibid.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! lbid.

He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. lbid.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water. lbid.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading.
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.

King Henry VIII, Act iv. Se. 2.

After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Ihid.

To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.

Act v. Se. 2. 'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. Aet v. Se. 3.i

You were ever good at sudden eommendations. lhid.i

They are too thin and bare to hide offenees. md.*

Those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.

Aet v. Se. 6.»
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations. lhid?

A most unspotted lily shall she pass

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. feid?

I have had my lahour for my travail.

Troilus and Cretsida. Aet i. Sc. 1.

The baby figure of the giant mass

Of things to come. Act i. Sc. 3.

Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing. Aet iii. Se. 3.

1 Act v. Se. 2, Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White.
a Act v. Sc. 4, Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White.

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