Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !-
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
Advance our standards, set upon our foes ;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons !
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.

K. RICHARD III., A. 5, s. 3.

DESTINY WITH AND WITHOUT

GRACE. K. RICHARD. All unavoided is the doom of

destiny. Q. ELIZABETH. True, when avoided grace

makes destiny: My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, If grace had bless’d thee with a fairer life.

K. RICHARD III., A. 4, 8. 4.

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DEVELOPMENT OF THE REFLECTIVE

POWER. CANTERBURY. The king is full of grace and

fair regard. ELY. And a true lover of the holy church. CANT. The courses of his youth promis’d it

not. The breath no sooner left his father's body, But that his wildness, mortified in him, Seem'd to die too: yea, at that very moment, Consideration like an angel came, And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him; Leaving his body as a paradise, To envelop and contain celestial spirits.

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war, and

Never was such a sudden scholar made:
Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady current, scouring faults ;
Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness
So soon did lose his seat, and all at once,
As in this king.
ELY.

We are blessed in the change.
Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity,
And, all-admiring, with an inward wish
You would desire, the king were made a prelate:
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You would say,—it hath been all-in-all his study:
List his discourse of

you

shall hear A fearful battle rendered you in musick: Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences; So that the art and practick part of life Must be the mistress to this theorick: Which is a wonder, how his grace should glean it, Since his addiction was to courses vain : His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow; His hours fill’d up with riots, banquets, sports ; And never noted in him any study, Any retirement, any sequestration From open haunts and popularity. Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the

nettle, And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best, Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,

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Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.

Cant. It must be so; for miracles are ceas’d; And therefore we must needs admit the means, How things are perfected.

a. I, s. 1.

K. HENRY V., A.

DINERS OUT.
I WILL praise any man that will praise me.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 2, s. 6.

DISCRETION THE BETTER PART

OF VALOUR. FALSTAFF. [Rising slowly.] Embowelled ! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit: To die is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is-discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees

DISEASE OF THE TONGUE. O DEAR discretion, how his words are suited! The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words; And I do know A many fools, that stand in better place, Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word Defy the matter.

MERCHANT OF Venice, A. 3, s. 5.

DISOBEDIENCE TO GOD'S LAWS

BRINGS ITS OWN PUNISHMENT, SOME say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands ; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands, move only in com mmand, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself, for being there?

Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medicin of the sickly weal: And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.

MACBETH, a. 5, s. 2.

DISTRESSFUL CHANGES OF

HUMANITY.
Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short

years,
that here

my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of

my

blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear :
All these old witnesses (I cannot err,)
Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.

COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 5, s. 1.

DISTRIBUTION OF PROVIDENCE. HERE, take this purse, thou whom the heaven's

plagues Have humbled to all strokes : that I am wretched, Makes thee the happier :-Heavens, deal so still! Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough.

KING LEAR, A. 4, s. l.

DIVINE GRACE THE SOUL OF

BEAUTY.
THE hand that made

you
fair, hath made

you good: the goodness, that is cheap in beauty,