Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of madmen. Here 's Agamemnon, - - an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails: but he has not so much brain as ear-wax: and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeinghorn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg, to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were nothing he is both ass and ox: To an ox were nothing: he is both ox and ass. Το There is not work enough for all our hands; out. And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. "T is positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants, Who, in unnecessary action, swarm But that our honours must not. What's to say? A very little little let us do, And all is done. * Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France? Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Ill-favour'dly become the morning field: And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. Lob down their heads, dropping the hides CONTENTION.-Let Loose. North. The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him. - Noble. * II. IV., 2 pt., I: 1. 774. Auf. * Here I clip The anvil of my sword; and do contest The gum down-roping from their pale-dead | Contend against thy valour. eyes; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motion- And their executors, the knavish crows, Con. They have said their prayers, and Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, And give their fasting horses provender? CONTENT. — Absolute. Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. To see you here before me. O my soul's If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death. And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus high; and duck again as low As hell 's from heaven! If it were now to "T were now to be most happy; for, I fear, O., H: 1. 1502. Boling. Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: -Its Modesty. Fal. O, I could wish this tavern were my drum! H. IV., 1 pt., III: 3. 751. -National. Pem. This once again, but that your highness pleas'd, Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before, And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Fresh expectation troubled not the land, With any long'd-for change, or better state. K. J., IV: 2. 665. CONTEST.- Personal Courage in. Doubtful it stood; Sold. As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald (Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that, The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all 's too weak, For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,) Disdaining fortune, with brandish'd steel Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. -Never Envious. Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck. A. Y., III: 2. 421. - With Small Possessions. Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? envy; Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, CONTESTS.-Honorable. Cit. Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd blows; Strength match'd with strength, and power confronted power: Both are alike; and both alike we like. So even We hold our town for neither; yet for both. K. J., II: 2. 653. -Undetermined. Bast. * Cry, havoc, kings: back to the stained field, K. J., II: 2. 653. some: Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring And yet your fair discourse hath been as face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! In such a gorgeous palace! R. J., III: 2. 1261. sugar, |