ORDER,-continued. Office, and custom, in all line of order: Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! Commotion in the winds! frights, changes, horrors, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shak'd, The enterprise is sick! How could communities, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Should lose their names, and so should justice too. And appetite, a universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce a universal prey, And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon; Follows the choking: And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose T.C. i. 3. ORDER,-continued. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? ORNAMENT. Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf The seeming truth which cunning times put on OTHELLO'S APOLOGY. Rude am I in speech, M.V. iii. 2. M.V. iii. 2. And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace; In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious patience, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter with. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Of moving accidents by flood and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach; And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history: Wherein of antres vast, and desarts wild, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak. Such was my process; And of the cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear, OTHELLO'S APOLOGY,-continued. Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, She wish'd' she had not heard it; yet she wish'd She thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake ; FAREWELL. O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content! Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! HANDKERCHIEF. There's magic in the web of it: A sybil, that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk; O. i. 3. O. iii. 3. O. iii. 4. OVERMATCHED. If there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, I am no two-legged creature. H.IV. PT. I. ii. 4. OUTCAST. I am one my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world I do to spite the world. So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, To mend it, or be rid on't. M. iii. 1. M. iii. 1. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3. Sick in the world's regard, wretched, and low, OUTRAGEOUSNESS. Why, this passes, Mister Ford: you are not to go loose any longer, you must be pinioned. M. W. iv. 2. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart O, let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, PAINTING (See also PORTRAIT). C. iv. 5. C. iv. 5. Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook: And Cytherea, all in sedges hid; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid; And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds; And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. T. S. IND. 2. PAINTING,-continued. Painting is welcome, The painting is almost the natural man; For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, It is a pretty mocking of the life. How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power T. A. i. 1. T. A. i. 1. T. A. i. 1. T. A. i. 1. Timon.-Wrought he not well that painted this? Apemantus. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. PALLIATION. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, PALPABILITY. Day-light and champian discovers not more. PANIC. T. A. i. 1. K. J. i. 1. T.N. ii. 5. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fool's laugh i' the alehouse. PARASITES (See also FLATTERY). That, Sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. O, you gods! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! O. ii. 1. K. L. i. 4. T.A. i. 2. |