Art thou lame? How camest thou so?

A fall off a tree, . . . . and bought his climbing dear.

What a fall was there, my countrymen! (Jul. Cæs. iii. 2.)

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Never to rise again. (Hen. VIII. iii. 2.)

485. The loth stake standeth long.

486. Itch and ease can no man please.

Dissentious rogues,

That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs. (Cor. i. 1.)

Socrates said that the felicity of the sophist was the felicity of one who is always itching and always scratching. (Advt. vii. 2.)

487. Too much of one thing is good for nothing.
More than a little is by much too much. (1 Hen. IV. iii. 2.)
Can we desire too much of a good thing (As Y. L. iv. 1.)

Fri. L. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Jul. As much to him-else in his thanks too much.

(Rom. Jul. ii. 6.)

(Ib. iii. 5.)

God hath lent us but this only child ;
And now I see this one is one too much.
Grieved I, I had but one? . . . . O, one too much.

488. Ever spare and ever bare.

(M. Ado, iv. 128-130.)

She hath in that sparing made huge waste. (Rom. Jul. ii. 6.)

Love lacking vestals and self-loving nuns

That on the earth would breed a scarcity

And barren dearth of sons and daughters. (Ven. Adonis.)

489. A catt may look on a kynge.

Ben. What is Tybalt?

Mer. More than prince of cats. (Rom. Jul. iv. 2.)

Ben. We talk here in the public haunts of men :

. . . . All eyes gaze on us.

Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
Tyb. Here comes my man.

What would'st thou have with me?

Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.

(R. Jul. iii. 1.)

490. He had need to be a wily mouse should breed in the catt's ear.

That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast

On the lip of a lion. (II. V. iii. 7.)

491. Many a man speaketh of Robin Hood that never shott in his bowe.

A man may by the eye set up the white right in the midst of the butt, though he be no archer. (Advice to Essex.)

492. Batchelors wives and maids children are well taught.

493. God sendeth fortune to fools.

'Good-morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.'

(As Y. L. i. 2.)

494. Better are meales many than one to mery.
495. Many kiss the child for the nurse's sake.
496. When the head akes, all the body is the woorse.

497. When thieves fall out, trew men come to their good.

A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true. (II. IV. ii. 2.)
Rich preys make true men thieves. (Ven. Ad.)

498. An yll wind that bloweth no man to good.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
What happy gale blows you to Padua?

(3 Hen. VI. ii. 5.) (Tam. Sh. i. 2.)

Fal. What wind blew thee hither, Pistol?

Pis. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
(2 Hen. IV. v. 3.)

499. Thear be more ways to the wood than one.
Heaven leads a thousand differing ways to one sure end.
(Tw. N. Kins. i. 4.)
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger. (Ven. Ad.)

Many things having full reference to one consent may work contrariously. . . . As many ways meet in one town; so may a thousand actions end in one purpose. (Hen. V. i.; and see C'or. v. i. 59.)

500. Tymely crooks the tree that will a good camocke be.

501. Better is the last smile than the first laughter. Oth. Look how he laughs already

Cass. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. So, so, so, so. They laugh that win. (Oth. iv. 1.)

...

502. No peny no paternoster.

503. Every one for himself, and God for us all.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

(All's W. iv 1.)

Every leader to his charge . . . and God befriend us, as our

cause is just. (1 Hen. IV. v. 1.)

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends . .

In God's name, march. (R. III. 5. 2.)

...

God and his good angels fight for you. [Twice.] (Ib. v.

3.)

Folio 93.

504. Long standing and small offering.

505. The catt knows whose lippes she lickes.
Dogs easily won to fawn on any man. (R. II. iii. 2.)
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. (Cor. ii. 1.)

506. As good never the whit as never the better.

(Quoted in 'Rhetorical Sophistries,' Advt. vi. 3.)

Ne'er a whit, not a jot, Tranio. (Tam. Sh. i. 1.)

Well, more or less or ne'er a whit at all. (Tit. And. iv. 2.)

507. Fluvius quæ procul sunt irrigat.—Eras. Ad. 644.

The current that with gentle murmur glides,

Thou know'st, being stopp'd impatiently, doth rage;

But, when his fair course is not hindered,

He makes sweet music to the enamell'd stones,

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;

And so by many winding nooks he strays

With willing sport to the wide ocean. (Tw. G. Ver. iii. 7.)

508. As far goeth the pilgryme as the post.

Then let me go, and hinder not my course.

I'll . . . make a pastime of each weary step.

'Tis the last step have brought me to my love. (Tw. G. Ver. iii. 7. ? Connect with the last passage, of which this is the sequel.)

509. Cura esse quod audis.-Er. Ad. 879; Horace. (Take care to be what you are reported to be.)

A mighty man of Pisa; by report

I know him well. (Tam. Sh. ii. 1, and ib. 237-246; iv. 4, 28.) His clothes made a false report of him.

(Cor. iv. 6, and ib. i. 3, 18–20; i. 9, 53–55.) She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her, &c. (Ant. Cl. ii. 2, 189-195, and ib. i. 4, 39, 40.)

I honour him even out of your report.

(Frequent.)

(Cymb. i. 1, 54, and see ib. 16-27.)

510. Εργα νέων, βουλαι δε μεσων ευχ αν δε γεροντων. (The deeds of young men, the counsels of middle-aged men, the prayers of old men.) '

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511. Taurum tollet qui vitulum sustulerit.-Er. Ad. 79. (The man who carried a calf will carry a bull.)

A similar idea runs through a short anonymous poem, supposed to be addressed to Lord Burghley, circ. 1591-2. See Appendix D.

Milo of Crotona, from carrying a calf daily some distance, was able to do so when it became a bull.

512. Lunæ radiis non maturescit botrus.-Er. Ad. 987. (The cluster does not ripen in the rays of the moon.) The cold and fruitless moon. (M. N. D. i. 1.) Honeysuckles ripened by the sun. (M. Ado, iii. 1.) No sun to ripe the bloom. (John, ii. 2.)

Things grow fair against the sun. (Oth. ii. 3.)

She is not hot, but temperate as the moon.

(Tam. Sh. ii. 1.)

513. Nil profuerit bulbos Ye potado will do no good. -Er. Ad. 888. (=Study is of no use without ability.)

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks:

Small have continual plodders ever won, &c.

(L. L. L. i. 2, and Tam. Sh. i. 1, 39.)

514. All this wynd shakes no corn.

Small winds shake him. (Tw. Nob. Kins. i. 3.)
Like to the summer's corn, by tempest lodged.

(2 Hen. VI. iii. 2.)

Swifter than the wind upon a field of corn.

(Tw. N. Kins. ii. 3.)

(See Tam. Sh. i. 2, 70, 95, 200, 210.)

Ad. 186. (The

515. Dormientis rete trahit. Er. Ad. 186. sleeping man's nett draweth-said of those who obtain, without an effort, what they desire.)

516. Ijsdem e'literis efficitur tragedia et comedia.

Tragedies and comedies are made of one alphabet. (Er. Ad. 725.)

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