Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match, And on the wager lay two earthly women, And Portia one, there must be something else Pawn'd with the other; for the Hath not her fellow. poor rude world MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 3, s. 5. PERIL OF POWER. PEACE, master marquis, you are malapert: And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces, K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 3. PERSUASION. PRESS me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother. WINTER'S TALE, A. 1, s. 2. PERTURBATION. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 3, s. 3. PERTURBATION OF A GREAT MIND ON THE DISCOVERY OF EVIL. O ALL you host of heaven! O earth! What else ? And shall I couple hell ?-O fye!-Hold, hold, my heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least, I am sure, PERVERTED AFFECTIONS. Now is the winter of our discontent, And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, And now-instead of mounting barbed steeds, But I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes. K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 1. PHILOSOPHY OF CHARMS. THAT handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer, and could almost read The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it, "Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt After new fancies: She, dying, gave 'Tis true: There's magick in the web of it : And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful OTHELLO, A. 3, s. 4. PHILOSOPHY OF DISSIMULATION. YOUR face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters;-To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. MACBETH, A. 1, s. 5. PHILOSOPHY OF FRIENDSHIP. THE amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 2, s. 3. PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE. Look thou charácter. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. |