621 I would, my horse had the speed of your tongue; and so good a continuer. 622 6-i. 1. You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. 623 Constant you are; 28-i. 3. But yet a woman: and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; 624 18-ii. 3. If they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad. 625 6-ii. 1. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.... No: an he were, I would burn my study. 626 She cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection, 627 6-i. 1. 6-iii. 1. O thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, 628 She is peevish, sullen, froward, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; 629 37-iv. 2. 2-iii. 1. She is too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her; that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome. 630 6--i. 1. Let them anatomize her; see what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature, that makes these hard hearts? 631 Lady, you have a merry heart. 34-iii. 6. Yea, I thank 6-ii. 1. it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. 632 O, Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant, 633 31-1.2. Her beauty and her brain go not together: She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit." 31-i. 3. 634 Would I (being but a moonish youth) grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles, for every passion something, and for no passion truly any thing (as boys and women are the most part cattle of this colour); would now like him, now loath him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at him. 635 10-iii. 2. Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. 636 Whose warp'd looks proclaim What store her heart is made of. 19-ii. 1. 34-iii. 6. Her beauty and sense are not equal. Anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some attempt at witticism, underneath it. Q 637 She puts her tongue a little in her heart, 638 Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, 37-ii. I. Over the wretched? What though you have more beauty, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed,) Must you be therefore proud and pitiless? 639 O, how hast thou with jealousy infected 10-iii. 5. 20-ii. 2. 640 You are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, 641 37-ii. 1. What, my dear lady Disdain! are you yet living? 642 6-i. 1. Thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd with thy tongue. 6-ii. 1. 643 She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star. She would have made Hercules have turned spit; yea, and have cleft his club, to make the fire too. 644 The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Above the sense of sense: so sensible 6-ii. 1. Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things. 8-v. 2. 645 God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. 36-iii. 1. 646 I saw her hand; she has a leathern hand, A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think, That her old gloves were on; but 'twas her hands; She has a huswife's hand. 10-iv. 3. |