GAIETY. See, where she comes, apparell'd like the spring. P. P. i. 1.
Flora, peering in April's front. W.T. iv. 3.
GALLANTS. Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state. L. L. v. 2.
Travell'd gallants That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. H.VIIL i. 3.
GENTLEMAN. I'll be sworn thou art ; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon. T. N. i. 4.
A gentleman born, master parson, who writes himself armigero ; on any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero. M. W. i. 1 .
GENTLEMEN. We are gentlemen, That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes., Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
P. P. ii. 3.
GEOGRAPHY. Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads. M. V. i. 1.
GHOST (See also Apparitions, Spirits, Terror, Guilt). For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. H.i.1.
Angels, and ministers of grace, defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from
hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. H. i. 4.
But, soft : behold ! lo where it comes again ! I'll cross it, though it blast me.— Stay, illusion ! If thou hast any sound, or use a voice,
Speak to me. H. i. 1.
What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, Revisit' st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous ;
and we. fools of nature, So horridly to shaks our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say, why is this ?
H. i. 4.
My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. H.i. 5.
0, answer me : Let me not burst in ignorance ! but tell, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hears'd in death, Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again. H. i. 4.
Why, what care I ? If thou canst nod, speak too, — If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Those that we bury, back, our
monuments Shall be the maws of kites. M. iii. 4.
The ghost of Caesar hath appear' d to me Two several times by night : at Sardis, once ; And, this last night, here in Philippi fields.
I know, my hour is come. J.C. v. 5.
GIFTS (See also Love Tokens). Well, God give them wisdom that have it : and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
T. N. i. 5.
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. L. L. iv. 1.
Gifts then seem Most precious, when the giver we esteem. Poems.
Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ; Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, More quiok than words, do move a woman's mind.
T.G. iii.1.
She prizes not such trifles as these are : The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart ; which I have given already, But not deliver'd. W.T. iv. 3.
Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts. M.W. i.1.
I am not in the giving vein to day. R. III. iv. 2.
GLORY. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, 'TilL by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
H. VI. pt. l. i. 2.
GOLD (See also Money). Saint-seducing gold. R. J. i. 1.
O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twist natural son and sire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant
Mars ! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap ! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss ! that speak' st with every tongue, To every purpose !
T. A. iv. 3.
For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry ; For this
they have engrossed and pil'd up The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold ; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons
with arts, and martial exercises : When, like the bee, tolling from every flower, The virtuous sweets ; Our thighs are pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive ; and, like the bees, Are murder'd for our pains. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
And 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief; Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man: what Can it not do,
and undo ? Cym. ii. 3.
Thus much of this, will make black white ; foul, fair ; Wrong, right ; base, noble ; old, young ; coward, valiant. Ha, ye gods ! Why this ?
What, this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : This yellow slave Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title,
knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench : this is it, That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; She, whom the spital
house, and ulcerous sores, Would cast the gorge at ; this embalms and spices To the April day again. T. A. iv. 3.
There is thy gold ; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell. R. J. v. 1.
See, sons, — what things you are ! How quickly nature falls into revolt, When gold becomes her object. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt into a close exploit of death ? R. III. iv. 2.
I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty mind : Gold were as good as twenty orators, And will,
no doubt, tempt him to any thing. R. III. iv. 2.
O thou touch of hearts ! T. A. iv. 3.
GOOD MAN, Commercial Definition of A. My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me, he is sufficient..
M. V. i. 3.
GOOD MANNERS. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. R. J. i. 5.
GOODNESS to be Always Preferred. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. M. iv. 3.
GOOD THINGS. Well, I cannot last for ever : But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it
too common. If you will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy
as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. H. IV. pt. II. i. 2.
GOOD WOMEN. One in ten, quoth a' ! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well : a man may draw his heart out ere he pluck one. A. W. i. 3.
GOOD WORKS How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. M. V. v. 1.
GORMANDIZING. Fat paunches have lean pates ; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. L. L. i. 1.
Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace : Leave gormandizing. H. IV. pt. II. v. 5.
Thou shalt not gormandize, As thou has done with me : And sleep, and snore, and rend apparel out. M. V. ii. 5.
GRANDAM. A. grandam's name is little less in love, Than is the doating title of a mother ; They are as children, but one step below ; Even of your mettle, of your very blood. R. III. iv. 4.
GRATITUDE. I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Which I did store to be my foster nurse, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown ; Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, . Be comfort to mine age. A. Y. ii. 3.
Thou canst not in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Cym. iii. 5.
Kind gentleman, your pains Are register'd, where every day I turn The leaf to read them. M. i. 3.
Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, Bat still remember what the Lord hath done. H. VI. pt. II. ii. 1.
Would thou had'st less deserv'd ; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine ! M. i. 4.
GRAVE. Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges ; here are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep. Tit. And. i. 2.
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near. H. V. ii. 1.
Let us Find out the prettiest daisied spot we can, And make him, with our pikes and partisans, A grave. Cym. iv. 2.
GRAVE-STONE. And let my grave-stone be your oracle. T. A. v. 3.
GRAVITATION. And you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking ; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. M. W. iii. 5.
GRAVITY, Affected. There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit ; As who should say, I am Sir Oracle, And when
I ope my lips, let no dog bark ! M. V. i. 1.
GREATNESS (See also Kings, Authority). Some are born great: — some achieve greatness; — some have greatness thrust upon them. T. N. iii. 4.
Rightly to be great, Is, not to stir without great argument ; But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake. H. iv. 4.
Would you praise Caesar, say, — Caesar ; go no further. A.C.III. 2.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, To find ourselves dishonourable graves. J. C. i. 2.
This man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod at him.
J. C. i. 2.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power. J. C. ii. 1.
Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them : But, in the less, foul profanation. That, in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldieris flat blasphemy. M. M. ii. 2.
GREETING (See also Salutation). A hundred thousand welcomes : I could weep, And I could laugh ; I am light, and heavy : Welcome :
A curse begin at very root of his heart, That is not glad to see thee ! C ii. 1.
The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry ! H. V. iv. 1.
God-a-mercy, old heart ! thou speakest cheerfully. H.V. iv. 1.
Why have you stolen upon us thus ! You come not Like Caesar's sister ; the wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear ; the trees by the way, Should have borne men ; and expectation fainted. Longing for what it had not : nay, the dust . Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Rais'd by your populous troops : But you are come A market-maid to Rome ; and have prevented The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, Is often left unlov'd : we should
have met you By sea, and land ; supplying every stage With an augmented greeting. A. C. iii. 6.
Simple. Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome ; And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the
rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least, speak most, to my capacity.
M. N. v. 1.
GRIEF (See also Lamentation, Sorrow, Tears). Men Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel ; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness with a silken
thread, Charm ache with air, and agony with words. No, no ; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under a load of sorrow ; But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, To be so moral, when he shall endure The like himself : therefore give me no counsel ; My griefs cry louder than advertisement. M. A. v. 1 .
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief: He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. 0. i. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were That were most preoious to me. M. iv. 3.
Why tell you me of moderation ? The grief is fine, full, perfect, which I taste, And no less in a sense as strong As that which causeth it :
How can I moderate it ? If I could temporize with my affection, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief; My love admits no qualifying cross : No more my grief, in such a precious loss. T. C. iv. 4.
The heart hath treble wrong, When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. Poems.
Some grief shows much of love ; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. R. J. iii. 5.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners and laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul. R. II. iv.1.
A plague of sighing and grief ! it blows a man up lika a bladder. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings. A.C. v. 1.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve : give not me counsel, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. M. A. v. 1.
Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and makes it break. M. iv. 3.
Like the liiy, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish. H. VIII. iii. 1.
Your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by its worth, for then It hath no end. M. v. 7.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief ? R. J. iii. 5.
Had he the motive and the cue for passion, That I have, he would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid
speech ; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
H. ii. 2.
Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel : Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doating
like me, and like me banished, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking
the measure of an unmade grave. R. J. iii. 3.
Grief softens the mind, and makes it fearful and degenerate. H. VI. pt. II. iv. 4.
There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour-moisten'd: then away she started, To deal with grief alone.
K. L. iv. 3.
0, insupportable ! 0, heavy hour ! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe Should yawn
at alteration. 0. v. 2.
Good, my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew, Perchance, shall dry your pities ; but I have That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns Worse than tears drown. W. T. ii. 1.
Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. R. II. i. 3.
My lord ; — I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks ; With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife With gentle eye-drops.
H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
One of the prettiest touches of all, and that which angled for mine eyes (caught the water, though not the fish) was, when at the relation of
the queen's death, with the manner how she came to it, (bravely confessed and lamented by the king), how attentiveness wounded his daughter : till, from one sign of dolour to another, she did, with an alas ! I would fain say, bleed tears ; for, I am sure, my heart wept blood. Who was most marble there, changed colour ; some swooned, all sorrowed : if all the world could have seen it, the woe had been universal. W. T. v. 2.
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied. H. VI. pt. I. iii. 3.
Why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy Should be without regard M. iii. 2.
These tidings nip me : and I hang the head, As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms. Tit. And. iv. 4.
Nor doth the general care Take hold on me ; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself. 0. i. 3.
Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs. R.J. i. 1.
0, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue ! M. iv. 3.
Now my soul's palace is become a prison : Ah, would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest ; For never henceforth shall I joy again. H.VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
How now ! has sorrow made thee dote already ? Tit. And. III. 2.
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life Began to crack. K. L. v. 3.
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd, Nor construe any further my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets
the shows of love to other men. J. C. i. 2.
All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral : Our instruments, to melancholy bells : Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast ; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to
the contrary. R. J. iv. 5.
Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie : and tears, shed there, Shall be my recreation : so long as Nature Will bear up with this exercise, so long I daily vow to use it. W. T. iii. 2.
O break, my heart ! — poor bankrupt, break at once ! To prison, eyes ! ne'er look on liberty ! Vile earth, to earth resign ; end, motion,
here ; And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier. R. J. iii. 2.
Sorrow, and grief of heart, Made him speak fondly, like a frantic man. R. II. iii. 3.
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds ; And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them : therefore my grief Stretches
itself beyond the hour of death. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 4.
We must be patient : but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. H. iv. 5.
Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs ! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to
that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glew themselves in sociable grief; Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity. K. J. iii. 4.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. K. J. iii. 4. Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. M. A. iii. 2.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide ; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. H. VI. pt. III. iv. 3.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. H. VI. pt. III. v. 4.
What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Like wonder- wounded hearers? H. v. i.
Friend, I owe more tears To this dead man, than thou shalt see me pay. J.C. v. 3.
Strange it is, That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds. A.C. v. 1.
Great griefs, I see, medicine the less. Cym. iv. 2.
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief. W.T. iii. 2.
Spirits of peace, where are ye ? Are ye all gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye ? H. VIII. iv. 2.
O, that I were as great As is my grief ! R. II. iii. 3.
And but he's something stain' d With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly person. T. i. 2.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, And find our griefs heavier than our offences. H. IV. pt. II. iv.1.
All of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star ; But none can cure their harms by wailing them. R. III. ii. 2.
Why, courage, then ! what cannot be avoided, 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. H. VI. pt. III. v. 4.
Maternal. And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again ; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, And chase the native beauty from his cheek ; And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit ; And so he'll die ; and, rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore, never, never, Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. K. J. iii. 4.
He talks to me that never had a son. K. J. iii. 4.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. Fare you well : had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head, When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure ! K. J. iii. 4.
and Joy. The violence of either grief or joy, Their own enactures with themselves destroy : Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. H. iii. 2.
GROUP. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, — Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another, Within their alabaster innocent arms. R. III. iv. 3.
GUILT. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. H. iv. 5.
Guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use. O. v. 1.
Have you heard the argument ? Is there no offence in it ? H. iii. 2.
And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. H. i. 1.
The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed. Poems.
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. T.C. v. 10.
Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. M. v. 1.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words without thoughts never to heaven go. H. iii. 3.
GUILTY Career, the Close of A. I have liv'd long enough ; my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. M. v. 3.
Pursuits. What win the guilty, gaining what they seek ? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy ! For one sweet grape, who will the vine destroy ? Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week ? Or sells eternity to get a toy ? Poems.
Flora, peering in April's front. W.T. iv. 3.
GALLANTS. Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state. L. L. v. 2.
Travell'd gallants That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. H.VIIL i. 3.
GENTLEMAN. I'll be sworn thou art ; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon. T. N. i. 4.
A gentleman born, master parson, who writes himself armigero ; on any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero. M. W. i. 1 .
GENTLEMEN. We are gentlemen, That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes., Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
P. P. ii. 3.
GEOGRAPHY. Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads. M. V. i. 1.
GHOST (See also Apparitions, Spirits, Terror, Guilt). For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. H.i.1.
Angels, and ministers of grace, defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from
hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. H. i. 4.
But, soft : behold ! lo where it comes again ! I'll cross it, though it blast me.— Stay, illusion ! If thou hast any sound, or use a voice,
Speak to me. H. i. 1.
What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, Revisit' st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous ;
and we. fools of nature, So horridly to shaks our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say, why is this ?
H. i. 4.
My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. H.i. 5.
0, answer me : Let me not burst in ignorance ! but tell, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hears'd in death, Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again. H. i. 4.
Why, what care I ? If thou canst nod, speak too, — If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Those that we bury, back, our
monuments Shall be the maws of kites. M. iii. 4.
The ghost of Caesar hath appear' d to me Two several times by night : at Sardis, once ; And, this last night, here in Philippi fields.
I know, my hour is come. J.C. v. 5.
GIFTS (See also Love Tokens). Well, God give them wisdom that have it : and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
T. N. i. 5.
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. L. L. iv. 1.
Gifts then seem Most precious, when the giver we esteem. Poems.
Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ; Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, More quiok than words, do move a woman's mind.
T.G. iii.1.
She prizes not such trifles as these are : The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart ; which I have given already, But not deliver'd. W.T. iv. 3.
Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts. M.W. i.1.
I am not in the giving vein to day. R. III. iv. 2.
GLORY. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, 'TilL by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
H. VI. pt. l. i. 2.
GOLD (See also Money). Saint-seducing gold. R. J. i. 1.
O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twist natural son and sire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant
Mars ! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap ! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss ! that speak' st with every tongue, To every purpose !
T. A. iv. 3.
For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry ; For this
they have engrossed and pil'd up The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold ; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons
with arts, and martial exercises : When, like the bee, tolling from every flower, The virtuous sweets ; Our thighs are pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive ; and, like the bees, Are murder'd for our pains. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
And 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief; Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man: what Can it not do,
and undo ? Cym. ii. 3.
Thus much of this, will make black white ; foul, fair ; Wrong, right ; base, noble ; old, young ; coward, valiant. Ha, ye gods ! Why this ?
What, this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : This yellow slave Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title,
knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench : this is it, That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; She, whom the spital
house, and ulcerous sores, Would cast the gorge at ; this embalms and spices To the April day again. T. A. iv. 3.
There is thy gold ; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell. R. J. v. 1.
See, sons, — what things you are ! How quickly nature falls into revolt, When gold becomes her object. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt into a close exploit of death ? R. III. iv. 2.
I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty mind : Gold were as good as twenty orators, And will,
no doubt, tempt him to any thing. R. III. iv. 2.
O thou touch of hearts ! T. A. iv. 3.
GOOD MAN, Commercial Definition of A. My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me, he is sufficient..
M. V. i. 3.
GOOD MANNERS. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. R. J. i. 5.
GOODNESS to be Always Preferred. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. M. iv. 3.
GOOD THINGS. Well, I cannot last for ever : But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it
too common. If you will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy
as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. H. IV. pt. II. i. 2.
GOOD WOMEN. One in ten, quoth a' ! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well : a man may draw his heart out ere he pluck one. A. W. i. 3.
GOOD WORKS How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. M. V. v. 1.
GORMANDIZING. Fat paunches have lean pates ; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. L. L. i. 1.
Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace : Leave gormandizing. H. IV. pt. II. v. 5.
Thou shalt not gormandize, As thou has done with me : And sleep, and snore, and rend apparel out. M. V. ii. 5.
GRANDAM. A. grandam's name is little less in love, Than is the doating title of a mother ; They are as children, but one step below ; Even of your mettle, of your very blood. R. III. iv. 4.
GRATITUDE. I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Which I did store to be my foster nurse, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown ; Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, . Be comfort to mine age. A. Y. ii. 3.
Thou canst not in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Cym. iii. 5.
Kind gentleman, your pains Are register'd, where every day I turn The leaf to read them. M. i. 3.
Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, Bat still remember what the Lord hath done. H. VI. pt. II. ii. 1.
Would thou had'st less deserv'd ; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine ! M. i. 4.
GRAVE. Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges ; here are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep. Tit. And. i. 2.
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near. H. V. ii. 1.
Let us Find out the prettiest daisied spot we can, And make him, with our pikes and partisans, A grave. Cym. iv. 2.
GRAVE-STONE. And let my grave-stone be your oracle. T. A. v. 3.
GRAVITATION. And you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking ; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. M. W. iii. 5.
GRAVITY, Affected. There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit ; As who should say, I am Sir Oracle, And when
I ope my lips, let no dog bark ! M. V. i. 1.
GREATNESS (See also Kings, Authority). Some are born great: — some achieve greatness; — some have greatness thrust upon them. T. N. iii. 4.
Rightly to be great, Is, not to stir without great argument ; But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake. H. iv. 4.
Would you praise Caesar, say, — Caesar ; go no further. A.C.III. 2.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, To find ourselves dishonourable graves. J. C. i. 2.
This man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod at him.
J. C. i. 2.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power. J. C. ii. 1.
Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them : But, in the less, foul profanation. That, in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldieris flat blasphemy. M. M. ii. 2.
GREETING (See also Salutation). A hundred thousand welcomes : I could weep, And I could laugh ; I am light, and heavy : Welcome :
A curse begin at very root of his heart, That is not glad to see thee ! C ii. 1.
The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry ! H. V. iv. 1.
God-a-mercy, old heart ! thou speakest cheerfully. H.V. iv. 1.
Why have you stolen upon us thus ! You come not Like Caesar's sister ; the wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear ; the trees by the way, Should have borne men ; and expectation fainted. Longing for what it had not : nay, the dust . Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Rais'd by your populous troops : But you are come A market-maid to Rome ; and have prevented The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, Is often left unlov'd : we should
have met you By sea, and land ; supplying every stage With an augmented greeting. A. C. iii. 6.
Simple. Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome ; And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the
rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least, speak most, to my capacity.
M. N. v. 1.
GRIEF (See also Lamentation, Sorrow, Tears). Men Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel ; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness with a silken
thread, Charm ache with air, and agony with words. No, no ; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under a load of sorrow ; But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, To be so moral, when he shall endure The like himself : therefore give me no counsel ; My griefs cry louder than advertisement. M. A. v. 1 .
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief: He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. 0. i. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were That were most preoious to me. M. iv. 3.
Why tell you me of moderation ? The grief is fine, full, perfect, which I taste, And no less in a sense as strong As that which causeth it :
How can I moderate it ? If I could temporize with my affection, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief; My love admits no qualifying cross : No more my grief, in such a precious loss. T. C. iv. 4.
The heart hath treble wrong, When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. Poems.
Some grief shows much of love ; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. R. J. iii. 5.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners and laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul. R. II. iv.1.
A plague of sighing and grief ! it blows a man up lika a bladder. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings. A.C. v. 1.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve : give not me counsel, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. M. A. v. 1.
Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and makes it break. M. iv. 3.
Like the liiy, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish. H. VIII. iii. 1.
Your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by its worth, for then It hath no end. M. v. 7.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief ? R. J. iii. 5.
Had he the motive and the cue for passion, That I have, he would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid
speech ; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
H. ii. 2.
Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel : Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doating
like me, and like me banished, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking
the measure of an unmade grave. R. J. iii. 3.
Grief softens the mind, and makes it fearful and degenerate. H. VI. pt. II. iv. 4.
There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour-moisten'd: then away she started, To deal with grief alone.
K. L. iv. 3.
0, insupportable ! 0, heavy hour ! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe Should yawn
at alteration. 0. v. 2.
Good, my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew, Perchance, shall dry your pities ; but I have That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns Worse than tears drown. W. T. ii. 1.
Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. R. II. i. 3.
My lord ; — I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks ; With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife With gentle eye-drops.
H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
One of the prettiest touches of all, and that which angled for mine eyes (caught the water, though not the fish) was, when at the relation of
the queen's death, with the manner how she came to it, (bravely confessed and lamented by the king), how attentiveness wounded his daughter : till, from one sign of dolour to another, she did, with an alas ! I would fain say, bleed tears ; for, I am sure, my heart wept blood. Who was most marble there, changed colour ; some swooned, all sorrowed : if all the world could have seen it, the woe had been universal. W. T. v. 2.
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied. H. VI. pt. I. iii. 3.
Why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy Should be without regard M. iii. 2.
These tidings nip me : and I hang the head, As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms. Tit. And. iv. 4.
Nor doth the general care Take hold on me ; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself. 0. i. 3.
Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs. R.J. i. 1.
0, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue ! M. iv. 3.
Now my soul's palace is become a prison : Ah, would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest ; For never henceforth shall I joy again. H.VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
How now ! has sorrow made thee dote already ? Tit. And. III. 2.
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life Began to crack. K. L. v. 3.
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd, Nor construe any further my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets
the shows of love to other men. J. C. i. 2.
All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral : Our instruments, to melancholy bells : Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast ; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to
the contrary. R. J. iv. 5.
Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie : and tears, shed there, Shall be my recreation : so long as Nature Will bear up with this exercise, so long I daily vow to use it. W. T. iii. 2.
O break, my heart ! — poor bankrupt, break at once ! To prison, eyes ! ne'er look on liberty ! Vile earth, to earth resign ; end, motion,
here ; And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier. R. J. iii. 2.
Sorrow, and grief of heart, Made him speak fondly, like a frantic man. R. II. iii. 3.
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds ; And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them : therefore my grief Stretches
itself beyond the hour of death. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 4.
We must be patient : but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. H. iv. 5.
Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs ! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to
that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glew themselves in sociable grief; Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity. K. J. iii. 4.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. K. J. iii. 4. Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. M. A. iii. 2.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide ; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. H. VI. pt. III. iv. 3.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. H. VI. pt. III. v. 4.
What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Like wonder- wounded hearers? H. v. i.
Friend, I owe more tears To this dead man, than thou shalt see me pay. J.C. v. 3.
Strange it is, That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds. A.C. v. 1.
Great griefs, I see, medicine the less. Cym. iv. 2.
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief. W.T. iii. 2.
Spirits of peace, where are ye ? Are ye all gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye ? H. VIII. iv. 2.
O, that I were as great As is my grief ! R. II. iii. 3.
And but he's something stain' d With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly person. T. i. 2.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, And find our griefs heavier than our offences. H. IV. pt. II. iv.1.
All of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star ; But none can cure their harms by wailing them. R. III. ii. 2.
Why, courage, then ! what cannot be avoided, 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. H. VI. pt. III. v. 4.
Maternal. And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again ; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, And chase the native beauty from his cheek ; And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit ; And so he'll die ; and, rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore, never, never, Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. K. J. iii. 4.
He talks to me that never had a son. K. J. iii. 4.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. Fare you well : had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head, When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure ! K. J. iii. 4.
and Joy. The violence of either grief or joy, Their own enactures with themselves destroy : Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. H. iii. 2.
GROUP. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, — Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another, Within their alabaster innocent arms. R. III. iv. 3.
GUILT. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. H. iv. 5.
Guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use. O. v. 1.
Have you heard the argument ? Is there no offence in it ? H. iii. 2.
And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. H. i. 1.
The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed. Poems.
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. T.C. v. 10.
Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. M. v. 1.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words without thoughts never to heaven go. H. iii. 3.
GUILTY Career, the Close of A. I have liv'd long enough ; my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. M. v. 3.
Pursuits. What win the guilty, gaining what they seek ? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy ! For one sweet grape, who will the vine destroy ? Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week ? Or sells eternity to get a toy ? Poems.