Nothing in love: now does he feel his title 184 His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, 15-v. 2. Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death. 185 Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, 28-iii. 1. 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 honey'd sentences. 186 So much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty, and so many, my defects, 20-i. 1. That I would rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. 187 20-iii. 6. A sponge that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. 36-iv. 2. 188 He hath resisted law, And therefore law shall scorn him farther trial Than the severity of the public power, Which he so sets at nought. 189 28-iii. 1. So cowards fight when they can fly no farther; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; 190 That face of his I do remember well; 191 4-v. 1. To seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love. 192 28-ii. 2. The common people swarm like summer-flies: 193 They do prank them in authority, Against all noble sufferance. 194 28-iii. 1. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! As if allegiance in their bosom sat, Crowned with faith and constant loyalty. 195 He's loved of the distracted multitude, 20-ii. 2. Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd, But never the offence. 196 Look, as I blow this feather from my face, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, 36-iv. 3. Such is the lightness of you common men. 23-iii. 1. 197 He, that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble, that was now your hate, 198 Why, had your bodies 28-i. 1. No heart among you? Or had you tongues, to cry 199 He that trusts you, 28-ii. 3. Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no, Or hailstone in the sun. 200 28-i. 1. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate That do corrupt my air. 201 What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, 28-iii. 3. Make yourselves scabs? 28-i. 1. 202 You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From slaves that apes would beat? 28-i. 4. 203 You are potently opposed; and with a malice 25-v. 1. * Think. † Christ. 204 It was always yet the trick of our English nation, good thing, to make it too common. if they have a 205 The clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and 19-i. 2. turn it, and set a new nap upon it. 22-iv. 2. 206 17-ii. 3. 207 The caterpillars of the commonwealth. Being not propp'd by ancestry (whose grace .... I cannot tell What Heaven hath given him, let some graver eye Pierce into that; but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that, If not from hell? 208 We must suggest the people, in what hatred 25-i. 1. He still hath held them: that to his power, he would Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders, and Dispropertied their freedoms: holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war; who have their provand Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows For sinking under them. 209 I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes: 210 Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, 28-ii. 1. 5-i. 1. 16-v. 1. 211 Be great in act, as you have been in thought; Of bragging horror, so shall inferior eyes, Grow great by your example, and put on 16-v. 1. 212 Show boldness and aspiring confidence. 16-v. 1. 213 Something, sure, of state, Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so; For let our finger ache, and it indues Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Of pain. 37-iii. 4. 214 Who is so gross, That cannot see this palpable device? Yet who so bold, but says he sees it not? When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. 215 24-iii. 6. For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them Regard me as I do not flatter, and Therein behold themselves: I say again, Which we ourselves havé plough'd for, sow'd, and scatter'd, By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that Which they have given to beggars. 28-iii. 1. 216 The man was noble, But with his last attempt he wiped it out; 28-v. 3. |