FACE. If he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, I have no judgment in an honest face.
0. iii.3.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters. M. i. 5 .
FACILITY. 'Tis as easy as lying. H. iii. 2.
FAIRIES (See also Elves, Queen Mab.) Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly, After summer merrily : Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. T.v.1.
Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your
office, and your quality. M. W. v. 5.
Elves, list your names ; silence, you airy toys. Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap : Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unswept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry : Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery. M.W. v. 5.
But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Cym. iii. 6.
Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song ; Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ; Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,. To make my small elves coats ; and some, keep back The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders At our quaint spirits. M. N. ii. 3.
Where's Pede ? — Go you, and where you find a maid, That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy, Sleep she as sound as careless infancy ; But those that sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, back,
shoulders, sides, and shins. M. W. v. 5.
About, about ; Search Windsor-Castle, elves, within and out : Strew good luck, ouphes, in every sacred room ; That it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholesome as in state 'tis fit ; Worthy the owner, and the owner it. The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm, and every precious flower : Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, With loyal blazon, evermore be blest ! And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : The expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ; And Hony soit qui mal y pense, write In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white ; Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee : Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Away ; disperse.
M. W. v. 5.
Then, my queen, in silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade : We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wand' ring moon.
M. N. iv. 1.
Pray you, lock hand in hand : yourselves in order set : And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, To guide our measure round about
the tree. M.W. v. 5.
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With
purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries , The honey bags steal from the humble bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs.
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan
the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. M. N. iii. 1.
Employment. To tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with frost. T. i. 2.
FAITH. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. M. A. i. 1.
FALLEN Greatness (See also Life, Death, Mighty Dead.) 'Tis a sufferance, panging As soul and body's severing. H. VIII. ii. 3.
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick 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 ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth: my high-blown 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 for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate
ye ; I feel my heart new opened : 0, 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 and women have ; And when he falls, he falls
like Lucifer, Never to hope again. H.VIII. iii. 2.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
J. C. iii. 2.
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more : Fortune and Antony part here ; even here Do we shake hands. — All come to this ? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar ; and this pine is bark'd That over-topp'd. them all. A.C. iv. 10.
High events as these Strike those that make them : and their story is No less in pity, than his glory, which Brought them to be lamented.
A. C. v. 2.
Nay then, farewell ! I've touch'd 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. H.VIII. iii. 2.
Where is thy husband now ? where be thy brothers ? Where be thy two sons ? wherein dost thou joy ? Who sues, and kneels, and says
— God save the queen ? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee ? Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee ? Decline all this, and see what now thou art. R. III. iv. 4.
A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was, by a mousing owl, hawk'd at, and kill'd. M. ii. 4.
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers, Not
many moons gone by. A.C. iii. 10.
O wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; young boys, and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And
there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. A. C. iv. 13.
O mighty Caesar ! Dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure ? J.C. iii. 1.
'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too : What the declin'd is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall : — for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer. T.C.iii. 3.
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load
would sink a navy, too much honour: O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
H. VIII. iii. 2. .
My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp ; men so noble. However faulty, yet should find respect, For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty, To load a falling man. H. VIII. v. 2.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little.
H. VIII. iv. 2.
What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline ? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed.
H. VIII. iii. 2.
There was the weight that pull'd me down.O Cromwell, The king has gone beyond me, all my glories In that one woman I have lost for
ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell ; I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Brave Percy : Fare thee well, great heart ! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes, Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills : And yet not so, for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, A.nd nothing can we call our own, but death ; A.nd that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some
have been depos'd, some slain in war ; — Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some
sleeping kill'd ; All murdered. R. II. iii. 2.
0, my lord, Press not a falling man too far ; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws ; let them, . Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him So little of his great self. H. VIII. iii. 2.
I must now forsake ye ; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me. Farewell : And when you would say something that is sad, Speak how I fell. H. VIII. ii. 1.
Pry'thee go hence, Or I shall show the cinders of my spirit Through the ashes of my chance. A. C. v. 2.
Now boast thee, death ! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. — Downy windows, close ; And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal ! A.C. v. 2.
FALSE Characters. I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows : and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. M. W. ii. 2.
Hair. So are those crisped snaky golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known To be the dowry of a second head, The scull that bred them in the sepulchre. M. V. iii. 2.
FALSEHOOD. Falser than vows made in wine. A.Y. iii. 5.
As false as dicers' oaths. H. iii. 4.
O what a goodly outside falsehood hath. M. V. i. 3.
That same Diomed is a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave ; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he
hisses ; he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound ; but when he performs, astronomers fortel it ; it is prodigious ; there will come some change ; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. T. C. v. 1.
FALLSTAFF. I have much to say on behalf of that Fallstaff. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
FAME (See also Celebrity). Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,. And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall
bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. L.L. i. 1.
All-telling Fame. L. L. ii. 1.
It deserves with characters of brass, A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. M. M. v. 1.
The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones. J. C. iii. 2.
Men's evil manners live in brass : their virtues We write in water. H. VIII. iv. 2.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror ; For now he lives in fame, though not in life. R. III. iii.1.
He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause. Tit. And. i. 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. H. VIII. iv. 2.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heave ! Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph.
H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Fame, at the which he aims, — In whom already he is well grac'd,— cannot Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To the utmost of a man ; and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius, 0, if he Had borne the business ! C.i.1.
0, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth, I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh; But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool ; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Lies mocking our designs. T. C. i. 3.
If a man do not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.
* * * An hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum. M. A. v. 2.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. H. V. iii. 2.
FANCY. So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high-fantastical. T. N. i. 1.
An old hat, and the humour of forty fancies stuck in it for a feather. T. S. iii. 2.
Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy. A. C. v. 2.
Tell me, where is fancy bred ; Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? It is engendered in the eyes, With gazing fed : and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. M. V. iii. 2.
She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. A. W. v. 3.
We must every one be a man of hia own fancy. A. W. iv. 1.
In maiden meditation, fancy-free. M. N. ii. 2.
FASHION. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is ? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty ? M. A. iii. 3.
Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed.
A. W. ii. 1.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. M. A. iii. 3.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. H. VIII. i. 3
These remnants Of fool and feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto.
H.VIII. i. 3.
Death ! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too. H. VIII. i. 3.
Still, wars and letchery; nothing else holds fashion: a burning devil take them ! T. C. v. 2.
FATE. O heavens ! that one might read the book of fate ; And see the revolutions of the times Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself Into the sea ! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips: how chances mock, And changes fill, the cup of alteration, With divers liquors ! H. IV. pt. II. iii. 1.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide, It boots not to resist both wind and tide. H. IV. pt. III. iv. 3.
We defy augury ; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if
it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all. H. v. 2.
But, vain boast ! Who can controul his fate ? 0. v. 2.
Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all ! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of vice and answer none ; And some condemned for one fault alone. M. M. ii. 1.
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou may'st live; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. J. C. ii. 3.
Men, at some times, are masters of their fates. J.C. i. 2.
But, orderly to end where I begun, Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown ; Our thoughts are ours,
their ends none of our own. H. iii. 2.
FATHER. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind ; But fathers that bear bags, Shall see their children kind.
K. L. ii. 4.
Who would be a father ? O. i. 1.
FAVOUR. For taking one's part that's out of favour; Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thoul't catch cold shortly.
K. L. i. 4.
0, who shall believe, But you misuse the reverence of your place ; Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, As a false favourite
does his prince's name In deeds dishonourable. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 2.
Sickness is catching : 0, were favour so ! M. N. i. 1.
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail Rich pearls upon thee. A. C. ii. 5.
FAVOURITES, Presumption of. Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter ; — like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it. M. A. iii. 1.
FAULT. I need not be barren of accusations ; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. C. i. 1.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides ; Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. K. L. i. 1.
You shall find there A man, who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. A. C. i. 4.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it ! Why every fault's condemn'd ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function, To find
the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. M. M. ii. 2.
There's something in me that reproves my fault ; But such a headstrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof. T. N. iii. 4.
There were none principal ; they were all like one another, as halfpence are ; every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came
to match it. A. Y. iii. 2.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer ; he is something peevish that way ; but nobody but has his fault: — but let that pass.
M. W. i. 4.
I will not open my mouth so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse. T. N. i. 5.
FAWNING. Tut, Tut ! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle ; I am no traitor's uncle ; — and that word grace, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. R. II. ii. 3.
FEAR. Fears makes devils of cherubims. T.C. iii. 2.
Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd. H.VI. pt. I. v. 2.
His flight was madness : When our actions do not, Our fears do, make us traitors. M. iv. 2.
Those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. M. v. 3.
Nothing routs us But the villainy of our fears. Cym. v. 2.
0, a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners ! Cym. v. 3.
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Caesar is afraid ? J.C. ii. 2.
In time we hate that which we often fear. A. C. i. 3.
0, these flaws and starts, (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire. M. iii. 4.
This is the very painting of your fear. M. iii. 4.
You make me strange, Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, While mine are blanch'd with fear. M. iii. 4.
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling, without fear. T. C. iii. 2.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon ! Where got'st thou that goose look ? M. v. 3.
0, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. T. C. iii. 2.
There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 1.
The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; That fear, to hate ; and hate turns one, or both, To worthy danger, and deserved death.
R. II. v. 1.
Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal ?
H. i. 4.
Let not the world see fear and sad distrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye. K. J. v. 1.
I am sick and capable of fears ; Oppressed with wrongs, and therefore full of fears ; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ; A woman, naturally born to fears. K. J. iii. 1.
I have almost forgot the very taste of fears : The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse, and stir, As life were in't : I have supp'd full of horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. M. v. 5.
FEINT. 'Tis a pageant To keep us in false gaze. 0. i. 3.
FICKLENESS. Novelty is only in request ; and it is dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure ; but security enough, to make fellowships accursed : much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. M. M. iii. 2.
FICTIONS. More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. M. N. v. 1.
Tragic. What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? H. ii. 2.
FIDELITY (See also Constancy, Love). I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me.
A.C. iii. 8.
Though all the world should crack their duty to you, And throw it from their soul ; though perils did Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty, As doth a rock against the chiding flood, Should the approach of this wild river break, And stand unshaken yours. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Why look you so upon me ? I am but sorry, not afear'd ; delay'd, But nothing alter'd : What I was, I am : More straining on for plucking back. W.T. iv. 3.
The loyalty well held to fools, does make Our farth mere folly : — yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story. A. C. iii. 11.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart ; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. T.G. ii. 7.
Thou'rt a good boy: this secresy of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose. M. W. iii. 3.
For all the sun sees, or The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair
belov'd. W.T. iv. 3.
Countrymen ! My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, I found no man but he was true to me. J. C. v. 5.
Thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my countenance for this arrest ; A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. The purest spring
is not so free from mud, As I am clear from treason to my sovereign. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
FILCHING. His thefts were too open ; his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time. M. W. i. 3.
FILIAL Ingratitude (See also Children). How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child. K. L. i. 4.
Resentment of Parental Wrongs. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard. H. iv. 5.
FISHING. There's nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't. P. P. ii. 1.
FIT for a Thief. Every true man's apparel fits your thief: If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough ; if it be too big
for your thief, your thief things it little so every true man's apparel fits your thief. M.M. iv. 2.
FLATTERY (See also ADULATION, Parasites) O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery ! T.A. i. 2.
The learned pate Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique; There's nothing level in our cursed natures, But direct villainy. T.A. iv. 3.
Why this Is the world's; and just of the same piece Is every flatterer's spirit. T. A .iii. 2.
Every one that flatters thee, Is no friend in misery. Poems.
He does me double wrong, That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. R.II. iii. 2.
O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption ! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man ! R.II. iii. 2.
Ah ! when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T. A.. ii. 2.
He that loves to be flatter'd is worthy the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord ! T. A. i. 1.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me ! H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
But when I tell him, he hates flatterers, He says, he does ; being then most flatter'd. J. C. ii. 1.
Flattery's the bellows blows up sin. P.P.i.2.
Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I
must be held a rancorous enemy. R. III. i. 3.
Why these looks of care ? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft ; Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, By putting on the cunning of a carper. Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive by that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee, And let his very breath whom thou'lt observe, Blow off thy cap ; praise his most vicious strain, And call it excellent.
T.A. iv. 3.
I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true
quality, With that which melteth fools ; I mean, sweet words, Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning. J. C. iii. 1.
For the love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. H. iii. 4.
Nay, do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe
thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. H. iii. 2.
'Tis holy sport to be a little vain When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. C. E. iii. 2.
Sweet poison for the age's tooth. K. J. i. 1.
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast. T. C. iii. 3.
FOLLOWERS. I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
0. i. 1.
FOOL. Why, thou silly gentleman ! 0. i. 3.
Let the doors be shut upon him ; that he may play the fool nowhere but in his own house. H. iii. 1.
Fools on both sides ! T. C. i. 1.
Alas, poor fool ! how have they baffled thee ! T. N. v. 1.
I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. L.L. v. 2.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool ; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time ; And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice, As full
of labour as a wise man's art : For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit ; But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. T. N. iii. 1.
A fool, a fool ! — I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; — a miserable world ! As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Who laid him down,
and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, — and yet a motley fool. A. Y. ii. 7.
I am sprighted with a fool. Cym. ii. 3.
FOOLERY. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun ; it shines every where. T. N. iii. 1.
Observe him for the love of mockery. T. N. ii. 5.
What folly I commit, I dedicate to you. T. C. iii. 2.
FOOLING. I do not like this fooling. T. C. v. 2.
They fool me to the top of my bent. H. iii. 2.
Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. T. N. ii. 3.
FOP. The soul of this man is in his clothes. A. W. ii. 5.
Foreign. Whose manners still our tardy apish nation, Limps after, in base imitation. R. II. ii. 1.
FORBEARANCE (See Strength).
FOREBODING. Yet, again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming toward me. R. II. ii. 2.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me. M. ii. 1.
I have an ill-divining soul : Methinks I see thee now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb : Either my eye-sight fails, or
thou look'st pale. R. J. iii. 5.
The skies look grimly, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, And frown
upon us. W. T. iii. 3.
For my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels ; and
expire the term Of a despised life, clos'cl in my breast, By some vile forfeit of untimely death. R. J. i. 4.
In what particular thought to work, I know not ; But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our
state. H. i. 1.
FORE-DOOM. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel and tear
to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. M. iii. 2.
I will drain him dry as hay ; Sleep shall, neither night nor day, Hang upon his pent-house lid ; He shall live a man forbid. M. i. 3.
Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight ; ere, to black Hecate's summons, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. M. iii. 2 .
FORE-STALLER. Hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty. M. ii. 3.
FORGETFULNESS. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. T. i. 2.
Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. C. v. 3.
FORGIVENESS. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. T. v. 1.
Kneel not to me ; The power that I have on you, is to spare you; The malice toward you, to forgive you : Live, And deal with others
better. Cym. v. 5.
Then I'll look up ; My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer Can serve my turn ? Forgive me my foul murder ! — That cannot be ;
since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, — My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardon'd,
and retain the offence ? H. iii. 3.
His great offence is dead, And deeper than oblivion do we bury The incensing relicks of it. A. W. v. 3.
FORLORN. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide. H. V. iv. 1.
FORTITUDE. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows ; bid that welcome Which comes to
punish us, and we punish it, Seeming to bear it lightly. A. C. iv. 12.
In the reproof of chance Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth ; How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk ! But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, Bounding between the two moist elements, Like Perseus' horse : Where's then the saucy boat, Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Co-rivall'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so, Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide In storms of fortune : for, in her ray and brightness, The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies fled under shade, — why, then,
the thing of courage, As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Returns to chiding fortune.
T. C. i. 3.
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate. T.C. v. 3.
FORTUNE. I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all
kind of natures, That labour on the bosom of this sphere, To propagate their states : amongst them all, Whose eyes are on this
sovereign lady fix'd, One do I personate of Timon's frame, Whom Fortune, with her ivory hand, wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals. * * * All those which were his fellows but of late (Some better than his value,) on the moment Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and
through him Drink the free air. * * * When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. T. A. i. 1.
Fortune, Fortune ! all men call thee fickle. R. J. iii. 5.
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters ? She either gives a stomach and no food, — Such are the poor, in health ; — or else a feast, And takes away the stomach, — such are the rich, That have abundance, and enjoy it not. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
Twinn'd brothers of one womb, — Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant, — touch them with several fortunes, The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord ; The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, The beggar, native honour. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, The want that makes him lean. T. A. iv. 6.
Here's the scroll, The continent, and summary, of my fortunes. M. V. iii. 2.
Why, then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought elsf But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men ? The fineness of which metal is not found In Fortune's love ; for then,
the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin : But in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled. T. C. i. 3.
How some men creep in skittish Fortune's hall, While others play the idiots in her eyes ! How one man eats into another's pride, While pride is fasting in his wantonness ! T. C. iii. 3.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, And yet are steep'd in favours. Cym. v. 4.
A thousand moral paintings I can show, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune, More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head. T. A. i. 1.
I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward To draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
A.C. iii. 11.
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. K. J. iii. 4.
Be cheerful ; wipe thine eyes : Some falls are means the happier to arise. Cym. iv. 2.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. K. L. ii. 2.
That strumpet, Fortune. K. J. iii. 1.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. Cym. iv. 3.
Since you will buckle Fortune on my back, To bear her burden, whe'r I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load.
R. III. iii. 7.
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. H. VI. pt. III. iv. 3.
Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. J. C. iii. 2.
A man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratch'd. A. W. v. 2.
FORTUNE Telling (See also Conjuror). We do not know what is brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling.
M. W. iv. 2.
FRACTURED Limb, Healed, Stronger for the Accident. And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, If we do now make our atonement well, Our peace will, like a broken limb united, Grow stronger for the breaking H. IV. pt. II. iv.1.
FRAILTY. Frailty, thy name is woman ! H. i. 2.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
T. C. iv. 4.
Nay, women are frail too : Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves, Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
M. M. ii. 4.
Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine, Who, falling in the flames of her own youth, Hath blistered her report.
M. M. ii. 3.
FRIBBLES (See also Coxcombs). Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies ; diminutives of nature ! T. C. v. 1 .
I remember, when the fight was done. When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came
there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble land at harvest home.
He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; — Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff; — and still he smil'd, and talk'd And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his
nobility. With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me: among the rest, demanded My prisoners, in your Majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ; He should, or should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, I answer'd indirectly, as I said ; And, I beseech you, let not this report Come current for an accusation, Betwixt my love and your high Majesty. H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
FRIEND. Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She had seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks ; and bless'd are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what; top
she please : Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
H. iii. 2.
Who, in want, a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him an enemy. H. iii. 2.
0, you gods ! think I, what need we have any friends ? they were the most needless creatures living, if we should never have need of
them ? They would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. We are born to do benefits. O what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes ! T. A. i. 2.
Commend me to him ; I will send his ransom ; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me ; — 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after. T. A. i. 1.
The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best-condition'd and unweary'd spirit In doing courtesies ; and one in whom The antient Roman honour more appears, Than any that draws breath in Italy. M. V. iii. 2.
I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul remembering my good friends ; And as my fortune ripens with my love, It shall be still my true love's recompense. R. II. ii. 3.
We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans Still we went coupled and inseparable. A.Y. i. 3.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
M. N. iii. 2.
Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond, Double six thousand, and then treble that, Before a friend of this description Shall lose a
hair through my Bassanio's fault. M. V. iii. 2.
The amity that wisdom knits not, folly .may easily untie. T. C. ii. 3.
I should fear those, who dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me : It has been done ; Men shut their doors against a setting sun. T. A. i. 2.
Every man will be thy friend While thou hast wherewithal to spend ; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want.
Poems.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith ; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle ;
But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial. J. C. iv. 2.
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us, — 0, is all now forgot ? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? M. N. iii. 2.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies, The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend ;
For who not needs, shall never lack a friend ; And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him an enemy.
H. iii. 2.
Friendship's full of dregs. T. A. i. 2.
Canst thou the conscience lack, To think I shall lack friends ? Secure thy heart ; If I could broach the vessels of my love, And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Men, and men's fortunes, could I frankly use, As I can bid thee speak. T.A. ii. 2.
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. O. iii. 3.
O let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with
splinters ! Here I clip The anvil of my sword ; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. C. iv. 5.
Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love. M. A. ii. 1.
By heaven, I cannot flatter ! I defy The tongues of soothers ; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task
me to my word ; approve me, lord. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 1.
Brutus hath riv'd my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. J. C. iv. 3.
Give him all kindness : I had rather have Such men my friends, than enemies. J. C. v. 4.
That we have been familiar, Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather Than pity note how much. C. v. 2.
Now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold indeed. R. III. iv. 2.
Cooling. I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have : You bear too stubborn, and too strange
a hand, Over your friend that loves you. J. C. i. 2.
Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling : Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony.
J. C. iv. 2.
Mere fetches : The images of revolt and flying off. K. L. ii. 4.
FRIENDSHIP Assimilates Friends. For in companions That do converse and waste the time together, Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit. M. V. iii. 4.
FRIGIDITY (See also Coldness). What a frosty-spirited rogue is this ! H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
FROWN. He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes. H. VIII. ii. 2.
FUNERAL RITES. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd As we have warranty : Her death was doubtful ; And, but that great command o'er-sways the order, She should in ground unsanctifed have lodg'd Till the last trumpet ; for charitable prayers, Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her ; Yet here she is allow'd her virgin rites, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Of bell, and burial. H. v. 1.
Let it be so, and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps. Tit. And. i. 2.
Tears. Though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. R. J. iv. 5.
But yet It is our trick ; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. H. iv. 7.
Comfort, dear mother ; God is much displeas'd, That you take with unthankfulness his doing ; In common worldly things, 'tis call'd — ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent. R. III. ii. 2.
FURY. 0, I warrant, how he mammock' d it ! C. i. 3.
Let me speak ; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife, Fortune, break her wheel, Provok'd by mv offence. A. C. iv. 13.
I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. 0. iv. 2.
FUTURITY. that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come ! J. C. v. 1.
.
0. iii.3.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters. M. i. 5 .
FACILITY. 'Tis as easy as lying. H. iii. 2.
FAIRIES (See also Elves, Queen Mab.) Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly, After summer merrily : Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. T.v.1.
Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your
office, and your quality. M. W. v. 5.
Elves, list your names ; silence, you airy toys. Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap : Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unswept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry : Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery. M.W. v. 5.
But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Cym. iii. 6.
Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song ; Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ; Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,. To make my small elves coats ; and some, keep back The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders At our quaint spirits. M. N. ii. 3.
Where's Pede ? — Go you, and where you find a maid, That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy, Sleep she as sound as careless infancy ; But those that sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, back,
shoulders, sides, and shins. M. W. v. 5.
About, about ; Search Windsor-Castle, elves, within and out : Strew good luck, ouphes, in every sacred room ; That it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholesome as in state 'tis fit ; Worthy the owner, and the owner it. The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm, and every precious flower : Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, With loyal blazon, evermore be blest ! And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : The expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ; And Hony soit qui mal y pense, write In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white ; Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee : Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Away ; disperse.
M. W. v. 5.
Then, my queen, in silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade : We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wand' ring moon.
M. N. iv. 1.
Pray you, lock hand in hand : yourselves in order set : And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, To guide our measure round about
the tree. M.W. v. 5.
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With
purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries , The honey bags steal from the humble bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs.
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan
the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. M. N. iii. 1.
Employment. To tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with frost. T. i. 2.
FAITH. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. M. A. i. 1.
FALLEN Greatness (See also Life, Death, Mighty Dead.) 'Tis a sufferance, panging As soul and body's severing. H. VIII. ii. 3.
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick 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 ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth: my high-blown 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 for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate
ye ; I feel my heart new opened : 0, 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 and women have ; And when he falls, he falls
like Lucifer, Never to hope again. H.VIII. iii. 2.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
J. C. iii. 2.
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more : Fortune and Antony part here ; even here Do we shake hands. — All come to this ? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar ; and this pine is bark'd That over-topp'd. them all. A.C. iv. 10.
High events as these Strike those that make them : and their story is No less in pity, than his glory, which Brought them to be lamented.
A. C. v. 2.
Nay then, farewell ! I've touch'd 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. H.VIII. iii. 2.
Where is thy husband now ? where be thy brothers ? Where be thy two sons ? wherein dost thou joy ? Who sues, and kneels, and says
— God save the queen ? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee ? Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee ? Decline all this, and see what now thou art. R. III. iv. 4.
A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was, by a mousing owl, hawk'd at, and kill'd. M. ii. 4.
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers, Not
many moons gone by. A.C. iii. 10.
O wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; young boys, and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And
there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. A. C. iv. 13.
O mighty Caesar ! Dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure ? J.C. iii. 1.
'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too : What the declin'd is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall : — for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer. T.C.iii. 3.
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load
would sink a navy, too much honour: O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
H. VIII. iii. 2. .
My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp ; men so noble. However faulty, yet should find respect, For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty, To load a falling man. H. VIII. v. 2.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little.
H. VIII. iv. 2.
What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline ? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed.
H. VIII. iii. 2.
There was the weight that pull'd me down.O Cromwell, The king has gone beyond me, all my glories In that one woman I have lost for
ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell ; I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Brave Percy : Fare thee well, great heart ! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes, Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills : And yet not so, for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, A.nd nothing can we call our own, but death ; A.nd that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some
have been depos'd, some slain in war ; — Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some
sleeping kill'd ; All murdered. R. II. iii. 2.
0, my lord, Press not a falling man too far ; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws ; let them, . Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him So little of his great self. H. VIII. iii. 2.
I must now forsake ye ; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me. Farewell : And when you would say something that is sad, Speak how I fell. H. VIII. ii. 1.
Pry'thee go hence, Or I shall show the cinders of my spirit Through the ashes of my chance. A. C. v. 2.
Now boast thee, death ! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. — Downy windows, close ; And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal ! A.C. v. 2.
FALSE Characters. I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows : and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. M. W. ii. 2.
Hair. So are those crisped snaky golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known To be the dowry of a second head, The scull that bred them in the sepulchre. M. V. iii. 2.
FALSEHOOD. Falser than vows made in wine. A.Y. iii. 5.
As false as dicers' oaths. H. iii. 4.
O what a goodly outside falsehood hath. M. V. i. 3.
That same Diomed is a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave ; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he
hisses ; he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound ; but when he performs, astronomers fortel it ; it is prodigious ; there will come some change ; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. T. C. v. 1.
FALLSTAFF. I have much to say on behalf of that Fallstaff. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
FAME (See also Celebrity). Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,. And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall
bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. L.L. i. 1.
All-telling Fame. L. L. ii. 1.
It deserves with characters of brass, A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. M. M. v. 1.
The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones. J. C. iii. 2.
Men's evil manners live in brass : their virtues We write in water. H. VIII. iv. 2.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror ; For now he lives in fame, though not in life. R. III. iii.1.
He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause. Tit. And. i. 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. H. VIII. iv. 2.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heave ! Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph.
H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Fame, at the which he aims, — In whom already he is well grac'd,— cannot Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To the utmost of a man ; and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius, 0, if he Had borne the business ! C.i.1.
0, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth, I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh; But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool ; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Lies mocking our designs. T. C. i. 3.
If a man do not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.
* * * An hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum. M. A. v. 2.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. H. V. iii. 2.
FANCY. So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high-fantastical. T. N. i. 1.
An old hat, and the humour of forty fancies stuck in it for a feather. T. S. iii. 2.
Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy. A. C. v. 2.
Tell me, where is fancy bred ; Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? It is engendered in the eyes, With gazing fed : and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. M. V. iii. 2.
She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. A. W. v. 3.
We must every one be a man of hia own fancy. A. W. iv. 1.
In maiden meditation, fancy-free. M. N. ii. 2.
FASHION. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is ? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty ? M. A. iii. 3.
Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed.
A. W. ii. 1.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. M. A. iii. 3.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. H. VIII. i. 3
These remnants Of fool and feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto.
H.VIII. i. 3.
Death ! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too. H. VIII. i. 3.
Still, wars and letchery; nothing else holds fashion: a burning devil take them ! T. C. v. 2.
FATE. O heavens ! that one might read the book of fate ; And see the revolutions of the times Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself Into the sea ! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips: how chances mock, And changes fill, the cup of alteration, With divers liquors ! H. IV. pt. II. iii. 1.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide, It boots not to resist both wind and tide. H. IV. pt. III. iv. 3.
We defy augury ; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if
it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all. H. v. 2.
But, vain boast ! Who can controul his fate ? 0. v. 2.
Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all ! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of vice and answer none ; And some condemned for one fault alone. M. M. ii. 1.
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou may'st live; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. J. C. ii. 3.
Men, at some times, are masters of their fates. J.C. i. 2.
But, orderly to end where I begun, Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown ; Our thoughts are ours,
their ends none of our own. H. iii. 2.
FATHER. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind ; But fathers that bear bags, Shall see their children kind.
K. L. ii. 4.
Who would be a father ? O. i. 1.
FAVOUR. For taking one's part that's out of favour; Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thoul't catch cold shortly.
K. L. i. 4.
0, who shall believe, But you misuse the reverence of your place ; Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, As a false favourite
does his prince's name In deeds dishonourable. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 2.
Sickness is catching : 0, were favour so ! M. N. i. 1.
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail Rich pearls upon thee. A. C. ii. 5.
FAVOURITES, Presumption of. Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter ; — like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it. M. A. iii. 1.
FAULT. I need not be barren of accusations ; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. C. i. 1.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides ; Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. K. L. i. 1.
You shall find there A man, who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow. A. C. i. 4.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it ! Why every fault's condemn'd ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function, To find
the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. M. M. ii. 2.
There's something in me that reproves my fault ; But such a headstrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof. T. N. iii. 4.
There were none principal ; they were all like one another, as halfpence are ; every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came
to match it. A. Y. iii. 2.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer ; he is something peevish that way ; but nobody but has his fault: — but let that pass.
M. W. i. 4.
I will not open my mouth so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse. T. N. i. 5.
FAWNING. Tut, Tut ! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle ; I am no traitor's uncle ; — and that word grace, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. R. II. ii. 3.
FEAR. Fears makes devils of cherubims. T.C. iii. 2.
Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd. H.VI. pt. I. v. 2.
His flight was madness : When our actions do not, Our fears do, make us traitors. M. iv. 2.
Those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. M. v. 3.
Nothing routs us But the villainy of our fears. Cym. v. 2.
0, a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners ! Cym. v. 3.
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Caesar is afraid ? J.C. ii. 2.
In time we hate that which we often fear. A. C. i. 3.
0, these flaws and starts, (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire. M. iii. 4.
This is the very painting of your fear. M. iii. 4.
You make me strange, Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, While mine are blanch'd with fear. M. iii. 4.
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling, without fear. T. C. iii. 2.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon ! Where got'st thou that goose look ? M. v. 3.
0, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. T. C. iii. 2.
There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 1.
The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; That fear, to hate ; and hate turns one, or both, To worthy danger, and deserved death.
R. II. v. 1.
Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal ?
H. i. 4.
Let not the world see fear and sad distrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye. K. J. v. 1.
I am sick and capable of fears ; Oppressed with wrongs, and therefore full of fears ; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears ; A woman, naturally born to fears. K. J. iii. 1.
I have almost forgot the very taste of fears : The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse, and stir, As life were in't : I have supp'd full of horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. M. v. 5.
FEINT. 'Tis a pageant To keep us in false gaze. 0. i. 3.
FICKLENESS. Novelty is only in request ; and it is dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure ; but security enough, to make fellowships accursed : much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. M. M. iii. 2.
FICTIONS. More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. M. N. v. 1.
Tragic. What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? H. ii. 2.
FIDELITY (See also Constancy, Love). I'll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me.
A.C. iii. 8.
Though all the world should crack their duty to you, And throw it from their soul ; though perils did Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty, As doth a rock against the chiding flood, Should the approach of this wild river break, And stand unshaken yours. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Why look you so upon me ? I am but sorry, not afear'd ; delay'd, But nothing alter'd : What I was, I am : More straining on for plucking back. W.T. iv. 3.
The loyalty well held to fools, does make Our farth mere folly : — yet, he, that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' the story. A. C. iii. 11.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart ; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. T.G. ii. 7.
Thou'rt a good boy: this secresy of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose. M. W. iii. 3.
For all the sun sees, or The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair
belov'd. W.T. iv. 3.
Countrymen ! My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life, I found no man but he was true to me. J. C. v. 5.
Thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my countenance for this arrest ; A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. The purest spring
is not so free from mud, As I am clear from treason to my sovereign. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
FILCHING. His thefts were too open ; his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time. M. W. i. 3.
FILIAL Ingratitude (See also Children). How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child. K. L. i. 4.
Resentment of Parental Wrongs. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard. H. iv. 5.
FISHING. There's nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't. P. P. ii. 1.
FIT for a Thief. Every true man's apparel fits your thief: If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough ; if it be too big
for your thief, your thief things it little so every true man's apparel fits your thief. M.M. iv. 2.
FLATTERY (See also ADULATION, Parasites) O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery ! T.A. i. 2.
The learned pate Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique; There's nothing level in our cursed natures, But direct villainy. T.A. iv. 3.
Why this Is the world's; and just of the same piece Is every flatterer's spirit. T. A .iii. 2.
Every one that flatters thee, Is no friend in misery. Poems.
He does me double wrong, That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. R.II. iii. 2.
O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption ! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man ! R.II. iii. 2.
Ah ! when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T. A.. ii. 2.
He that loves to be flatter'd is worthy the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord ! T. A. i. 1.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me ! H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
But when I tell him, he hates flatterers, He says, he does ; being then most flatter'd. J. C. ii. 1.
Flattery's the bellows blows up sin. P.P.i.2.
Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I
must be held a rancorous enemy. R. III. i. 3.
Why these looks of care ? Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft ; Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods, By putting on the cunning of a carper. Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive by that which has undone thee : hinge thy knee, And let his very breath whom thou'lt observe, Blow off thy cap ; praise his most vicious strain, And call it excellent.
T.A. iv. 3.
I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true
quality, With that which melteth fools ; I mean, sweet words, Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning. J. C. iii. 1.
For the love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. H. iii. 4.
Nay, do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe
thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. H. iii. 2.
'Tis holy sport to be a little vain When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. C. E. iii. 2.
Sweet poison for the age's tooth. K. J. i. 1.
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast. T. C. iii. 3.
FOLLOWERS. I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
0. i. 1.
FOOL. Why, thou silly gentleman ! 0. i. 3.
Let the doors be shut upon him ; that he may play the fool nowhere but in his own house. H. iii. 1.
Fools on both sides ! T. C. i. 1.
Alas, poor fool ! how have they baffled thee ! T. N. v. 1.
I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. L.L. v. 2.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool ; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time ; And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice, As full
of labour as a wise man's art : For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit ; But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. T. N. iii. 1.
A fool, a fool ! — I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; — a miserable world ! As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Who laid him down,
and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, — and yet a motley fool. A. Y. ii. 7.
I am sprighted with a fool. Cym. ii. 3.
FOOLERY. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun ; it shines every where. T. N. iii. 1.
Observe him for the love of mockery. T. N. ii. 5.
What folly I commit, I dedicate to you. T. C. iii. 2.
FOOLING. I do not like this fooling. T. C. v. 2.
They fool me to the top of my bent. H. iii. 2.
Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. T. N. ii. 3.
FOP. The soul of this man is in his clothes. A. W. ii. 5.
Foreign. Whose manners still our tardy apish nation, Limps after, in base imitation. R. II. ii. 1.
FORBEARANCE (See Strength).
FOREBODING. Yet, again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming toward me. R. II. ii. 2.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me. M. ii. 1.
I have an ill-divining soul : Methinks I see thee now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb : Either my eye-sight fails, or
thou look'st pale. R. J. iii. 5.
The skies look grimly, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, And frown
upon us. W. T. iii. 3.
For my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels ; and
expire the term Of a despised life, clos'cl in my breast, By some vile forfeit of untimely death. R. J. i. 4.
In what particular thought to work, I know not ; But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our
state. H. i. 1.
FORE-DOOM. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel and tear
to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. M. iii. 2.
I will drain him dry as hay ; Sleep shall, neither night nor day, Hang upon his pent-house lid ; He shall live a man forbid. M. i. 3.
Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight ; ere, to black Hecate's summons, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. M. iii. 2 .
FORE-STALLER. Hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty. M. ii. 3.
FORGETFULNESS. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. T. i. 2.
Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. C. v. 3.
FORGIVENESS. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. T. v. 1.
Kneel not to me ; The power that I have on you, is to spare you; The malice toward you, to forgive you : Live, And deal with others
better. Cym. v. 5.
Then I'll look up ; My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer Can serve my turn ? Forgive me my foul murder ! — That cannot be ;
since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, — My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardon'd,
and retain the offence ? H. iii. 3.
His great offence is dead, And deeper than oblivion do we bury The incensing relicks of it. A. W. v. 3.
FORLORN. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide. H. V. iv. 1.
FORTITUDE. Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrows ; bid that welcome Which comes to
punish us, and we punish it, Seeming to bear it lightly. A. C. iv. 12.
In the reproof of chance Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth ; How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk ! But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, Bounding between the two moist elements, Like Perseus' horse : Where's then the saucy boat, Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Co-rivall'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so, Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide In storms of fortune : for, in her ray and brightness, The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies fled under shade, — why, then,
the thing of courage, As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Returns to chiding fortune.
T. C. i. 3.
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate. T.C. v. 3.
FORTUNE. I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all
kind of natures, That labour on the bosom of this sphere, To propagate their states : amongst them all, Whose eyes are on this
sovereign lady fix'd, One do I personate of Timon's frame, Whom Fortune, with her ivory hand, wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals. * * * All those which were his fellows but of late (Some better than his value,) on the moment Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and
through him Drink the free air. * * * When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. T. A. i. 1.
Fortune, Fortune ! all men call thee fickle. R. J. iii. 5.
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters ? She either gives a stomach and no food, — Such are the poor, in health ; — or else a feast, And takes away the stomach, — such are the rich, That have abundance, and enjoy it not. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
Twinn'd brothers of one womb, — Whose procreation, residence, and birth, Scarce is dividant, — touch them with several fortunes, The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature, To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord ; The senator shall bear contempt hereditary, The beggar, native honour. It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, The want that makes him lean. T. A. iv. 6.
Here's the scroll, The continent, and summary, of my fortunes. M. V. iii. 2.
Why, then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought elsf But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men ? The fineness of which metal is not found In Fortune's love ; for then,
the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin : But in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled. T. C. i. 3.
How some men creep in skittish Fortune's hall, While others play the idiots in her eyes ! How one man eats into another's pride, While pride is fasting in his wantonness ! T. C. iii. 3.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, And yet are steep'd in favours. Cym. v. 4.
A thousand moral paintings I can show, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune, More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head. T. A. i. 1.
I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward To draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
A.C. iii. 11.
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. K. J. iii. 4.
Be cheerful ; wipe thine eyes : Some falls are means the happier to arise. Cym. iv. 2.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. K. L. ii. 2.
That strumpet, Fortune. K. J. iii. 1.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. Cym. iv. 3.
Since you will buckle Fortune on my back, To bear her burden, whe'r I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load.
R. III. iii. 7.
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. H. VI. pt. III. iv. 3.
Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. J. C. iii. 2.
A man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratch'd. A. W. v. 2.
FORTUNE Telling (See also Conjuror). We do not know what is brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling.
M. W. iv. 2.
FRACTURED Limb, Healed, Stronger for the Accident. And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, If we do now make our atonement well, Our peace will, like a broken limb united, Grow stronger for the breaking H. IV. pt. II. iv.1.
FRAILTY. Frailty, thy name is woman ! H. i. 2.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
T. C. iv. 4.
Nay, women are frail too : Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves, Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
M. M. ii. 4.
Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine, Who, falling in the flames of her own youth, Hath blistered her report.
M. M. ii. 3.
FRIBBLES (See also Coxcombs). Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies ; diminutives of nature ! T. C. v. 1 .
I remember, when the fight was done. When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came
there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble land at harvest home.
He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; — Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff; — and still he smil'd, and talk'd And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his
nobility. With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me: among the rest, demanded My prisoners, in your Majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ; He should, or should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, I answer'd indirectly, as I said ; And, I beseech you, let not this report Come current for an accusation, Betwixt my love and your high Majesty. H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
FRIEND. Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She had seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks ; and bless'd are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what; top
she please : Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
H. iii. 2.
Who, in want, a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him an enemy. H. iii. 2.
0, you gods ! think I, what need we have any friends ? they were the most needless creatures living, if we should never have need of
them ? They would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. We are born to do benefits. O what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes ! T. A. i. 2.
Commend me to him ; I will send his ransom ; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me ; — 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after. T. A. i. 1.
The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best-condition'd and unweary'd spirit In doing courtesies ; and one in whom The antient Roman honour more appears, Than any that draws breath in Italy. M. V. iii. 2.
I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul remembering my good friends ; And as my fortune ripens with my love, It shall be still my true love's recompense. R. II. ii. 3.
We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans Still we went coupled and inseparable. A.Y. i. 3.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
M. N. iii. 2.
Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond, Double six thousand, and then treble that, Before a friend of this description Shall lose a
hair through my Bassanio's fault. M. V. iii. 2.
The amity that wisdom knits not, folly .may easily untie. T. C. ii. 3.
I should fear those, who dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me : It has been done ; Men shut their doors against a setting sun. T. A. i. 2.
Every man will be thy friend While thou hast wherewithal to spend ; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want.
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There are no tricks in plain and simple faith ; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle ;
But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial. J. C. iv. 2.
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us, — 0, is all now forgot ? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? M. N. iii. 2.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies, The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend ;
For who not needs, shall never lack a friend ; And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him an enemy.
H. iii. 2.
Friendship's full of dregs. T. A. i. 2.
Canst thou the conscience lack, To think I shall lack friends ? Secure thy heart ; If I could broach the vessels of my love, And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Men, and men's fortunes, could I frankly use, As I can bid thee speak. T.A. ii. 2.
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. O. iii. 3.
O let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with
splinters ! Here I clip The anvil of my sword ; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. C. iv. 5.
Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love. M. A. ii. 1.
By heaven, I cannot flatter ! I defy The tongues of soothers ; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task
me to my word ; approve me, lord. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 1.
Brutus hath riv'd my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. J. C. iv. 3.
Give him all kindness : I had rather have Such men my friends, than enemies. J. C. v. 4.
That we have been familiar, Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather Than pity note how much. C. v. 2.
Now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold indeed. R. III. iv. 2.
Cooling. I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have : You bear too stubborn, and too strange
a hand, Over your friend that loves you. J. C. i. 2.
Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling : Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony.
J. C. iv. 2.
Mere fetches : The images of revolt and flying off. K. L. ii. 4.
FRIENDSHIP Assimilates Friends. For in companions That do converse and waste the time together, Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit. M. V. iii. 4.
FRIGIDITY (See also Coldness). What a frosty-spirited rogue is this ! H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
FROWN. He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes. H. VIII. ii. 2.
FUNERAL RITES. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd As we have warranty : Her death was doubtful ; And, but that great command o'er-sways the order, She should in ground unsanctifed have lodg'd Till the last trumpet ; for charitable prayers, Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her ; Yet here she is allow'd her virgin rites, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Of bell, and burial. H. v. 1.
Let it be so, and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps. Tit. And. i. 2.
Tears. Though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. R. J. iv. 5.
But yet It is our trick ; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. H. iv. 7.
Comfort, dear mother ; God is much displeas'd, That you take with unthankfulness his doing ; In common worldly things, 'tis call'd — ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent. R. III. ii. 2.
FURY. 0, I warrant, how he mammock' d it ! C. i. 3.
Let me speak ; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife, Fortune, break her wheel, Provok'd by mv offence. A. C. iv. 13.
I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. 0. iv. 2.
FUTURITY. that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come ! J. C. v. 1.
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