And whipp'd the offending Adamd out of him;
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelop and contain celestial spirits. 20-i. 1.

97
Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart;
Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood,
When man's worst sin is, he does too much good!
Who then dares to be half so kind again?
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.

27-iv.2. 98

If hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender it here; I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

2-v. 4.

99 I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

13–i. 1.

100 He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken.

28-v. 2.

101 I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. 29-i.2.

102 I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company.

20-iv. 1.

103
The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty.
If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,
Will triumph o'er my person; which I weighf not,
Being of those virtues vacant.

104

My endeavours
Have ever come too short of my desires,
Yet filed with

my
abilities. 8

25-iii. 2.

105 Read not my blemishes in the world's report.

30_ii. 3. 106

'Tis much he dares;
And to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety.

15-iii. 1. 107

I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness, By virtue 'specially to be achieved. 12-i. 1.

108 You are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admi. rable discourse, of great admittance," authentic in your place and person, generally allowed for your many war-like, court-like, and learned preparations.

3-i. 2.

109 A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd! Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, (If virtue’s gloss will stain with any soil,) Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power.

8-ii. 1. 110

He Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,

His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

30miv, 10.

111

I Am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder; for, I know, There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, Than I myself.

25-v.1.

112

This the noble nature Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue, The shot of accident, nor dart of chance, Could neither graze nor pierce ?

37-iv. l.

k

113 He is a man, setting his fate aside, Of comely virtues: Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice (An honour in him, which buys out his fault); But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit, Seeing his reputation touch'd to death, He did oppose his foe: And with such sober and unnoted passion? He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent, As if he had but proved an argument. 27-ii. 5.

114
The dearest friend, the kindest man,
The best condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies.

9--iii. 2.

115

For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping.

116

He covets less Than misery" itself would give; rewards His deeds with doing them; and is content To spend the time, to end it.

28-ii. 2.

117
I would dissemble with my nature, where
My fortunes, and my friends, at stake, required
I should do so in honour.

28-iii. 2.

118
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!

29-V.5. 119

Spare in diet; Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood; Garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment;° Not working with the eye, without the ear, P And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither.

20–ii. 2. 120 Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant.

34-v. 1.

121

Thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting-up of day.

19-iv. 4. 122 I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyoked humour of your

idleness:
Yet herein will I imitate the sun;
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,

That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.

So when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;?
And, like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that, which hath no foil to set it off.

18--i. 2.

Presume not that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.

19--V.5.

123 O, that this good blossom could be kept from cankers !

19-ii. 2.

124 I have no tongue but one.

5-ii. 4. 125 There is a fair behaviour in thee, And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. 4-i.2.

126 He was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. lli.1.

127

Weigh him well, And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.

26-iv. 5. 9 Expectations.