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FAITHFULNESS ADMIRED EVEN
BY THE ENEMY. MINE honesty, and I, begin to square. The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith 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.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 3, s. 11.
FALSTAFF'S PHILOSOPHY OF MENTAL AND PHYSICAL COURAGE.
Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh ;-but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth so overcool their blood, and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches : they are generally fools and cowards ;-which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends into the brain; dries there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which delivered o’er to the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is,—the warming of the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face ; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm: and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage;
and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack; for that sets it a-work : and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and
Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, sterii, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,-to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack.
K. HENRY IV., PART II., A. 4, s. 3.
My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Némean lion's nerve.
HAMLET, A. 1, s. 4.
FATE OF FAVOURITES.
(Since presently your souls must part your
bodies) With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity : yet, to wash your blood From off my hands, here, in the view of men, I will unfold some causes of your death. You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean. You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Made a divorce betwixt his queen
and him; Broke the possession of a royal bed, And stain’d the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul
wrongs. Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; Near to the king in blood; and near in love, Till you did make him misinterpret me, Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment: Whilst have fed upon my seignories, Destroy'd my parks, and felld my forest woods ; From my own windows torn my household
coat, Raz'd out my motto, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions, and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman, This, and much more, much more than twice all
this, Condemns you to the death :—See them de
liver'd over To execution, and the hand of death.
K. RICHARD II., A. 3, s. .
FEAST WON-FAST LOST. FLAVIUS. If you suspect my husbandry, or
Pr’ythee, no more. Flav. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of
this lord ! How many prodigal bits have slaves, and peasants, This night englutted! Who is not Timon's ? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is
lord Timon's ? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon ? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this
praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.
TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 2.
JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 3, s. 1.
FEELING MAY TEMPER, BUT MAY
NOT OVERCOME, JUSTICE. 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 Cæsar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools; I mean sweet
words, Low crook'd curtsies, and base spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished; If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn, for him, I spurn
thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Cæsar doth not wrong: nor without
cause Will he be satisfied.
JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 3, s. 1.
FEELING WITHOUT PRINCIPLE. O, WORLD, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast
sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and
exercise, Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissention of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes, Whose passions and whose plots have broke
To take the one the other, by some chance,