And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?-
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 4, s. 3.

HEART STEADY-BRAIN COOLNERVES FIRM.

Stay, my lord,
And let

your
reason with

your

choler question What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills, Requires slow pace at first : Anger is like A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend.

Be advis'd: Heat not a furnace for

your

foe hot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd:
I I say again, there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the

sap
of reason you

would Or but allay, the fire of passion.

K. HENRY VIII., A. 1, s. 1.

quench,

HEAVEN AND EARTH. BESHREW me, but I love her heartily : For she is wise, if I can judge of her ; And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;

And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself ; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 2, s. 6.

HEAVEN BEFORE EARTH.

I HELD it ever,
Virtue and knowledge were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
Have studied physick, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have
(Together with my practice,) made familiar
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones ;
And I can speak of the disturbances
That nature works, and of her cures; which

gives me
A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie

my
treasure up

in silken bags, To please the fool and death.

CYMBELINE, A. 3, s. 2.

HEAVEN PUNISHES WHERE THE

LAW FAILS. No, no, my Escanes ; know this of me,Antiochus from incest liv'd not free; For which, the most high gods not minding

longer

To withhold the vengeance that they had in store,
Due to this heinous capital offence;
Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
When he was seated, and his daughter with him,
In a chariot of inestimable value,
A fire from heaven came, and shrivell’d up
Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk,
That all those eyes ador'd them ere their fall,
Scorn now their hand should give them burial.
'Twas very strange. And yet but just; for

though This king were great, his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward.

PERICLES, A. 2, s. 4.

HEAVEN OPERATING ON MAN. HORATIO. He waxes desperate with imagina

tion. MARCELLUS. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus

to obey him. HOR. Have after :-To what issue will this

come ? Mar. Something is rotten in the state of

Denmark.
HOR. Heaven will direct it.

HAMLET, A. 1, s. 4.

HEAVEN WEEPS WHERE CRIME

ABOUNDS. BIGOT.

Who kill'd this prince ? HUBERT. 'Tis not an hour since I left him

well : I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep

of his eyes,

My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.

SALISBURY. Trust not those cunning waters
For villainy is not without such rheum ;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
Away, with

me,
all
you

whose souls abhor
The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house ;
For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
BIG. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin

there. PEMBROKE. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out.

[Exeunt Lords. BASTARD. Here's a good world !-Knew you

of this fair work ?
Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
HUB.

Do but hear me, sir.
Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;
Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so

black;
Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer:
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.

HUB. Upon my soul,
Bast.

If thou didst but consent
To this most cruel act, do but despair,
And, if thou want'st. a chord, the smallest thread
That ever spider twisted from her womb
Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be
A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou

drown thyself, Put but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be as all the ocean,

a

a

Enough to stifle such a villain up.-
I do suspect thee very grievously.

HUB." If I in act, consent, or sin of thought
Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
I left him well.

Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amaz’d, methinks; and lose my way Among the thorns and dangers of this world.How easy dost thou take all England up! From forth this morsel of dead royalty, The life, the right, and truth of all this realm Is fled to heaven; and England now is left To tug and scramble, and to part by the teeth The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace: Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast) Ìhe eminent decay of wrested pomp. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, And follow me with speed; I'll to the king: A thousand businesses are brief in hand, And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.

KING JOHN, A. 4, s. 3.

HELL UPON EARTH OF CIVIL WAR. Q. MARGARET. What! were you snarling

all, before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat,