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As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
My pretext to strike at him admits
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it
You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you. A.W.v.3. PRIDE.
I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. T.C. ii. 3. O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! T. N. iii. 4. He that is proud, eats up himself; pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
T.C. ii 3.
I am too high-born to be property'd,
An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride.
A. W. ii. 1.
Or has given all before, and he begins
C. v. 5.
T.C. ii. 3.
H. IV. PT. I. iii. 1
What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye
Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that?
K. J. v. 2.
H. VIII. i. 1.
Things small as nothing, for request's sake only,
T. C. ii. 3.
Small things make base men proud: this villain, here,
H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1.
Pride hath no other glass
To show itself, but pride; for supple knees
T. C. iii. 3.
Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart you may call it melancholy if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride. T.C. ii. 3.
EATS UP GRATITUDE.
Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud. C. i. 1.
Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses!
It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words.
What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this,
PRODIGIES (See also PORTENTS).
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
Stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,
L. L. i. 2.
T. A. i. 2.
\ H. i. 1.
H. i. 1.
K. J. iii. 4.
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war,
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
J.C. ii. 2,
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last;
For violent fires soon burn out themselves:
J.C. ii. 2.
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Against ill chances men are ever merry,
The date is out of such prolixity.
R. II. ii. 1.
H. IV. PT. II. iv. 2.
R. J. i. 4.
Promising is the very air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act: and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed is quite out of use. To promise, is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will and testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
T. A. v. 1.
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
You taught me-first to beg; and now, methinks,
M. V. iv. 1.
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
H. VI. PT. I. i. 6.
The king is kind; and, well we know, the king
́H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3.
Many so arrive at second masters, upon their first lord's
Anticipating time with starting courage.
T.C. iv. 5.
For at hand,
Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath used rather for sport than need,
Let the end try the man.
Let proof speak.
K. J. v. 2.
H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2.
Cym. iii. 1.
What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?
As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
M.V. iv. 1.
Command an argosy to stem the waves. H. VI. PT. III. ii. 6. PROSCRIPTION.
No port is free; no place,
That guard, and most unusual vigilance,
Does not attend my taking.
He puts transgression to't.
K. L. ii. 3.
M.M. iii. 2.
Prosperity's the very bond of love;
Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together,
When mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests.
W.T. iv. 3.
A. C. iii. 11.
Come hither, Fabian; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
PROVIDENCE, (See also OMNIPOTENCE).
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
T. N. iii. 4.
When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us,
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
Take up this mangled matter at the best:
When we mean to build,
What do we then but draw anew the model
To build at all? Much more, in this great work
T. N. iii. 1.
H. v. 2.
All superfluous branches
Doom'd for a certain time to walk the night,
O. i. 3.
Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? T. N. ii. 3.
R. II. iii. 4.
H. i. 5.