LIFE-continued.

see, a man's life is a tedious one.

Like madness is the glory of this life.

Reason thus with life :-
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing,
That none but fools would keep.

Cym. iii. 6.

T. A. i. 2.

M. M. iii. 1.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipp'd them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virA. W. iv. 3.

tues.

The sands are number'd that make up my life.

Life is a shuttle.

Thus play I, in one person, many people,
And none contented.

O excellent! I love long life better than 'figs!

Think, ye see

The very persons of our noble story,

H. VI. PT. III. i. 4.

As they were living; think, you see them great,
And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat,
Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see
How soon this mightiness meets misery!

M. W. v. 1.

R.II. v. 5.

A. C. i. 2.

H. VIII. prologue.

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It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment and then we have a prescription to die, when death is our physician.

That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear.

Thus, sometimes, hath the brightest day a cloud;
And, after summer, evermore succeeds

Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

EPITOMIZED (See World).

DESIRE OF.

0. i. 3.

M. M. v. 1.

H. VI. PT. 11. ii. 4.

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Camillo. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.

Archidamus.-Would they else be content to die?

Camillo.-Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

Archidamus. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.

LIGHT (See also STUDY).

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile :
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

W. T. i. 1.

L. L. i. 1.

LIGHT INFANTRY.

And this same half-fac'd fellow, Shadow,-give me this man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a pen-knife: And, for a retreat,-how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.

LIGHTNING (See also QUICKNESS).

H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2.

Like the lightning, which doth cease to be,
Ere one can say,-It lightens !

Brief as the lightning in the collied night,

That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth;
And ere a man can say,-Behold!

R. J. ii. 2.

The jaws of darkness do devour it up.

M. N. i. 1.

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder,
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning.

K. L. iv. 7.

R. J. iii. 1.

LINEAGE (See also ANCESTRY).

A plague of both your houses!

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood-royal, if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings. H. IV. PT. I. i.2.

LION.

'Tis

The royal disposition of that beast,
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch,
That trembles under his devouring paws :
And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey;
And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.
LITIGATION (See also Law).

A. Y. iv. 3.

H. VI. PT. III. i.3.

I'll have an action of battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria.

Persuade me not, I will make a star chamber matter of it.

I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch. LIVELIHOOD.

You take my life,

When you do take the means whereby I live.

LONELINESS.

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about

There's scarce a bush.

T. N. iv. 1.

M. W. i. 1.

T. S. IND. 1.

M. V. iv. 1.

K. L. ii. 4.

INSUPPORTABLE.

But whate'er I am,

Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,

With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd
With being nothing.

R. II. v. 5.

LONGEVITY.

A light heart lives long.

LONG STORIES.

Men, pleas'd themselves, think others will delight
In such like circumstance, with such like sport.
Their copious stories, oftentimes begun,
End without audience, and are never done.
LORD.

Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.
Upon my life I am a lord, indeed;
And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.

LORD'S ANOINTED.

A flourish, trumpets!-strike alarum, drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.

LOVE (See also COURTSHIP, FIDELITY).
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

L. L. v. 2.

Poems.

T. S. IND. 2.

T. S. IND. 2.

R. III. iv. 4.

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

To be wise, and love, exceeds man's might.

Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
It is to be all made of sighs and tears,

It is to be all made of faith and service,
It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes ;
All adoration, duty, and observance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance.

As love is full of unbefitting strains;
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance.
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power;
And gives to every power a double power,

Poems.

T. C. iii. 2.

A. Y. v. 2.

L. L. v. 2.

LOVE,-continued.

Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd;
Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible,
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
For valour, is not love a Hercules,

Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ?
Subtle as Sphynx, as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs;
O then his lines would ravish savage ears,
And plant in tyrants mild humility.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

L. L. iv. 3.

R. J. i. 1.

M. W. ii. 2.

Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues;
Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind;
Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste;
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

T. G. ii. 7.

M. N. i. 1.

Love is a familiar: love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good

wit.

L. L. i. 2.

Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth.

O king, believe not this hard-hearted man;
Love, loving not itself, none other can.

O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

Come hither, boy: If ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it, remember me;
For, such as 1 am, all true lovers are;
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

L. L. i. 2.

R. II. v. 3.

T. N. i. 1.

It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the propositions of a

lover.

The strongest, love will instantly make weak:
Strike the wise dumb; and teach the fool to speak.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,

But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
Yet in this captious and intenible sieve,
I still pour in the waters of my love,

And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore

The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more.

We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers;
mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

A. Y. iii. 2.

Poems.

O. iii. 3.

A. W. i. 3.

but as all is A. Y. ii. 4. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, that the whippers are in love too. A. Y. iii. 2.

O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.

Break an hour's promise in love!

A. Y. iv. 1.

A. Y. iv. 1.

By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy. L. L. iv. 3. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat o' mornings ;-what should that bode?

The greatest note of it is his melancholy.

M. A. iii. 3.

M. A. iii. 2.

I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn.

A. Y. iii. 2.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see

The pretty follies that themselves commit;

For, if they could, Cupid himself would blush.

M. V. ii. 6.

This is the very ecstacy of love :

Whose violent property foredoes itself,

And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven,
That does afflict our natures.

Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
That the bless'd gods-as angry with my fancy,
More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities.

H. ii. 1.

T. C. iv. 4.