Why I can fmile, betray too while I fmile,
And cry content to that which grieves my heart,
And frame my face to all occafions.

I have a tongue can wheedle with the Devil.
I can add colours to the Cameleon,

Change fhapes with Proteus for advantage,
And fet the crafty Machiavel to school

Third Part of Hen. V. and Rich, III.

Duke of RICHMOND.

There is a kind of character in thy life,

That to the obferver doth thy history
Fully unfold.

Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves:

For if our virues

Did not go forth of us 'twere all alike

As if we had them not-spirits are not finely tou h'd.
But to fine iffues; and nature never lends
The smallest fcruple of her excellence,
But like a thrifty Goddefs, fhe determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,

Both thanks and use.

Meafure for Measure.
Duke

Duke of H-LT-IN.

Beware

Of enterance to quarrel: but being in,

Bear't, that thy oppofer may beware of thee.

Hamlet.

GS

What should I say?

H.

He is fo plaguy proud that the death tokens of it,

Cry no recovery.

Troilus and Creffida.

• General S is the fon of an honeft but low tradefman: his military abilities advanced him to the command of the army in the Eat Indies, when by his employment and fuccefsful campaigns he accumulated a very large fortune. One of the bleffed confequences of our Eaft India traffick, is the utter alienation of the English Nabobs, from the conflitution, customs and manners of their countrymen, whom they treat with an arrogance bordering upon infult and contempt. This fon of a ch -er never fpeaks to a tradefiman unlefs he meets him at a gaming table, where of course he is his equal.-He never receives a mef fuage from any man in perfon.-He turns his back to the meffenger who delivers his errand to an officer appointed for the purpofe !-This may feem a romance to fome, but it is real fact.

D-chefs

D-ch-fs of CB

ADN.

Who fees the heavenly Rofaline

That (like a rude and favage man of Inde)
At the first opening of the gorgeous Eaft,
Bows not his vassal head and striken blind,
Kiffes the base ground with obedient breast ?
What peremptory Eagle fighted eye
Dares look upon the Heaven of her brow,
That is not blinded by her Majefty?

Mr. He,

Love's Labour Loft.

Why he is a common jester, his gift is in devifing impoffible flanders.-None but Libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not his wit but his villainy, for he both pleaseth men and angers them.

Much ado, &c.

Mrs. S-GE.

What woman in the city do I name, When that I fay the city Madam bears,

The cost of Princes on unworthy shoulders?

As you Like It.

Sir

So may the outward shows be leaft themselves, The world is ftill deceived by ornament: How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As ftairs of fand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars.

Merchant of Venice.

Hon. H-GH F-T-UE.

I praise God for you, Sir, your reasons at din ner have been sharp and fententious; pleasant without fcurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and ftrange without herefie.

Love's Labour Loft.

Sir RD WY.

He draweth out the thread of his verbofity finer than the ftaple of his argument.-I abhor fuch phanatical phantafms; fuch unfociable and pointdevife companions; fuch rackers of orthography.

Sir PK B

There have been,

Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now ;
And many a man there is, even at this prefent,
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th' arm,
That little thinks fre has been fluic'd in's absence,
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour.

Winter's Tale.

Mr. T- -SS:

Farewel, Monfieur Traveller.-Look you lifp, and wear ftrange fuits; difable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for mak

countenance you are: or I will fe

have swam in a Gondola.

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