The royal difpofition of that beaft,

To prey on nothing that doth feem as dead.
As you like it, A. 4, S. 3.

Under an oak, whofe boughs were mofs'd with age,
And high top bald with dry antiquity,

A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,
Lay fleeping on his back. As you like it, A. 4, S. 3.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

As you like it, A. 4, S. 1.

When a man's 'verfes cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit feconded with the forward child, understanding, it ftrikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.

As you like it, A. 3, S. 3.

- If ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. As you like it, A. 2, S.

Now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick;

And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands

5.

Against a falling fabrick. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1.

A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd:
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 2, S. 1.

Man-how dearly ever parted,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues fhining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that heat again.
To the firft giver. Troilus and Creffida, A. 3,

O ftrange men!

That can fuch fweet ufe make of what they hate,

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When

1

When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts

Defiles the pitchy night!

All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 4;

A moft incomparable man; breath'd, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness:

He paffes'.

Timon of Athens, A. 1, S. 1.

Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deepest; And in his fimple fhew he harbours treason.

The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. No, no, my fovereign; Glofter is a man

Unfounded yet, and full of deep deceit.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. I

Plagues incident to men,

Your potent and infectious fevers heap

On Athens, ripe for ftroke! thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our fenators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners!

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 1¡

He ne'er drinks

But Timon's filver treads upon his lip;
And yet, (O, see the monftroufnefs of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful fhape!).

He does deny him. Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 2.

Timon will to the woods, where he shall find

The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all)
The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high, and low!

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 1.

Hepaffes.] i. e. He exceeds: Goes beyond common bounds.
STEEVENS.

Shakespeare had compared Timon to an horfe breathed or exercifed for the courfe. He ftill preferves the fimile, and fays, that Timon passes, i. e. gets before or outstrips others in goodnefs,

A. B.

Be

Be abhorr'd

All feafts, focieties, and throngs of men!
His femblable, yea, himself, Timon difdains :
Destruction fang mankind!

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

I am mifanthropos, and hate mankind.
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee fomething.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3,

Promise me friendship, but perform none: if
Thou wilt not promife, the gods plague thee, for
Thou art a man! if thou doft perform, confound

thee,

For thou art a man!

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

Upon my life, fhe finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glafs;
And entertain a score or two of taylors,
To study fashions to adorn my body.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.
Common mother, thou

Whofe womb unmeafurable, and infinite breaft,
Teems, and feeds all; whofe felf-fame mettle,
Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puft,
Engenders the black toad, and adder blue,
The gilded newt, and eyelefs venom'd worm,
Yield him, who all thy human fouls doth hate,
From forth thy plenteous bofom one poor root!

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit :
No more can you diftinguish of a man,

Than of his outward fhew; which, God he knows,
Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.

I.

Richard III. A. 3, S. 1.

Let's

* Let's levy men, and beat him back again.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 8.

By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy

The tongues of foothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. i.

What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better fpar'd a better man.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4.

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,
I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children,
You owe me no fubfcription; why then let fall
Your horrible pleasure, here I ftand, your flave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and defpis'd old man.

Lear, A. 3, S. 2.

Is man no more than this? Confider him well: thou oweft the worm no filk, the beaft no hide, the fheep no wool, the cat no perfume thou art the thing itfelf: unaccommodated man is no more but fuch a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

Lear, A. 3, S. 4. What's the matter? If it be fummer news, Smile to't before: if winterly, thou need'st

Let's levy men, and beat him back again.] This line expreffes a fpirit of war fo unfuitable to the character of Henry, that I would give the first cold speech to the king, and the brisk answer to Warwick.

Every judicious reader must concur in this opinion.

JOHNSON.

STEEVENS.

It matters little to whom the line is given. Dr. Johnson's reafon for taking it from Henry, however, is not very forcible. A king who had been imprifoned, and who had recently regained his liberty, might very well throw out a wifh for "le"vying forces," and for beating back the man who was endeavouring to deprive him of his crown. This is furely highly natural, though a spirit of war" were no way confonant to his general character.

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A. B.

But

But keep that countenance ftill.Speak man, thy

...tongue

May take off fome extremity, which to read

Would be even mortal to me.

Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 4.

It hath been taught us from the primal ftate,

That he, which is, was wifh'd until he were ;

And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth

love,

Comes dear'd, by being lack'd.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 4.

A great man, I'll warrant; I know, by the pick

ing on's teeth.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

He cannot be a perfect man,

Not being try'd, and tutor❜d in the world.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 3.

Give me that man

That is not paffion's flave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reafon! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how exprefs and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehenfion, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quinteffence of duft ?

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

From his cradle,

He was a fcholar, and a ripe, and good one:
Exceeding wife, fair fpoken, and perfuading :
Lofty and four, to them that lov'd him not;
But, to those men that fought him, fweet as fummer;
And, to add greater honours to his age

Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God.