SLANDER,-continued. That others touch, yet often touching will C. E. ii. 1. Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue All corners of the world; kings, queens, and states, Many worthy and chaste dames even thus (all guiltless) meet reproach. Calumny will sear virtue itself. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, For he The sacred honour of himself, his queen's, Cym. iii. 4. O. iv. 1. W.T. ii. 1. His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, To lash the rascal naked through the world! So thou be good, slander doth but approve. 0. iv. 2. W.T. ii. 3. 0. iv. 2. Poems. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz’d, A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint. SLANDERERS. That dare as well answer a man, indeed, SLAVE AT LARGE. O. iii. 3. T.C. i. 3. M.A. v. 1. H. IV. PT. 1. iii. 2. I am trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog. SLAVISHNESS. Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs, How this lord's follow'd! With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats; How pomp O, behold, is follow'd. Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes K. L. iv. 2. To say ay, and no, to every thing I said! Ay and no too, was no good divinity. SLEEP. K. L. iv. 6. The innocent sleep: Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth M. ii. 2. T. ii. 1. Cym. iii. 6. How many thousands of my poorest subjects That thou no more wilt weigh mine eye-lids down, Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies, to thy slumber; And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? SLEEP,-continued. Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them The deep of night is crept upon our talk, H. IV. PT. II. iii. 1. J.C. iv. 3. R. J. ii. 3. Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep Fast asleep? It is no matter; T. C. iv. 2. J.C. ii. 1. M. N. iii. 2. Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, SLOTH. M. N. iii. 2. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it from action and adventure? Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss. SMELL. Cym. iv. 4. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3. Dead or alive? T. ii. 2. What have we here? a man or a fish? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very antient and fish-like smell. Master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villanous smells, that ever offended nostril. M. W. iii. 5. SMILES. When time shall serve, there shall be smiles. AND TEARS. Patience and sorrow strove H. V. ii. 1. J.C. iv. 1. Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head, and brings his destiny with him, his horns; he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wite. A. Y. iv. 1. A try'd and valiant soldier. Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods. Consider this: He hath been bred i' the wars Cym. iv. 2. J.C. iv. 1. T. A. iii. 5. He that is truly dedicate to war, hath no self-love. Consider further, That when he speaks not like a citizen, C. iii. 3. H. VI. PT. II. v. 2. C. iii. 3. SOLDIER,-continued. 'Tis the soldiers' life To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife. 'Tis much he dares; And, to the dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour A braver soldier never couched lance, A. W. iv. 3 O. ii. 3 M. iii. 1. A gentler heart did never sway in court. H. VI. PT. 1. iii. 2. I am a soldier; and unapt to weep, Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier and afraid? H.VI. PT. I. v. 3. M. v. 1. H.V. iv. 1. Go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough at the end to buy him a wooden one? P. P. iv. 6. Faith, Sir, he has led the drum before the English trage All furnish'd, all in arms, H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll find a pit as well as better. IN LOVE. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2. I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, May that soldier a mere recreant prove, M. A. i. 1. T.C. i. 3. |