Thou haft repeal'd, a fecond time receive
The confirmation of my promis'd gift,
Which but attends thy naming.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

She prizes not fuch trifles as thefe are:

The gifts, the looks from me, are pack'd, and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have given already,

But not deliver'd.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;

Dumb jewels often, in their filent kind,

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1.

GLOBE.

The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall diffolve,
And, like this infubftantial pageant faded,
Leave not a wreck behind.

Tempest, A. 4, S. 1.

GLORY.

Glory is like a circle in the water,

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

Till by broad fpreading, it difperfe to nought..

Henry VI, P. 1, A. 1, S. 2.

I have given here my foul's confent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Make glory base; and fovereignty, a flave;
Proud majefty, a fubject; ftate a peafant.

Richard II. A. 4, S. 1.

O mighty Cæfar Doft thou lie fo low?
Are all thy conquefts, glories, triumphs, fpoils,
Shrunk to this little measure Fare thee well.

I.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 1. I have ventur'd,

Like little wanton boys that fwim on bladders,

Thefe

These many fummers in a fea of glory;

But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me
Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy

Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2.

When I am forgotten, as I fhall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of,-say, I taught thee, Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory, And founded all the depths and fhoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in; A fure and fafe one, though thy master miss'd it. Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2.

GOD, GOD S.

The tartness of his face fours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground fhrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corflet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He fits in his state as a thing made for Alexander; what he bids be done, is finish'd with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god, but eternity, and a heaven to throne in. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 4.

Rich she shall be, that's certain; wife, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll ncver look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it pleafe God. Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3.

'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any Chriftian child; 'a parted even juft between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide for after I faw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nofe was as fharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John?

quoth

quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God; I hop'd, there was no need to trouble himself with any fuch thoughts yet. Henry V. A. 2, S. 3.

There was never yet philofopher, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; However they have writ the style of gods, And made a pish at chance and fufferance.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.

Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ?
Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,
We'll ferve him too, and be his fellow fo.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

This man

Is now become a god; and Caffius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæfar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain;

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

How he did shake: 'tis true this god did shake.

Julius Cafar, A. 1, S. 2.

By the gods,

You shall digeft the venom of your fpleen,
Though it do fplit: for, from this day forth,
I'll ufe you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Julius Cafar, A. 4, S. 3.

If two gods should play fome heavenly match,
And on the wager lay two earthly women,
And Portia one, there must be fomething else
Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude world
Hath not her fellow. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 5.
-O Cromwell, Cromwell,

Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal

M

I ferv'd

I ferv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2.

By 'God's fonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit.

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 2.

O God! methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely fwain;
To fit upon a hill, as I do now,

To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run:
How many
make the hour full complete,
How many hours bring about the day,
How many days will finish up the year,
How many years a mortal man may live.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 5.

The good gods forbid,

That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deferved children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1.

The honour'd gods

Keep Rome in fafety, and the chairs of justice Supply'd with worthy men! Plant love among us! Throng our large temples with the fhews of peace, And not our streets with war! Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3. He

God's fonties.] I know not exactly of what oath this is a cor ruption. I meet with God's fanty in Decker's Honeft Whore; and in another play with God's fainte.

Perhaps it was once customary to fwear by the fanté, i. c. health of the Supreme Being, or by his Saints. Oaths of fuch a form are not unfrequent among our ancient writers. STEEVENS. "God's fonties," means, offenders against God---finners. Sontis, Lat.

We now fay, as I am a finner.

A. B.

*Throng our large temples with the fhews of peace,
And not our Streets with war.] I think the tranfcriber's

ear

He is their god, he leads them like a thing
Made by fome other deity than nature,
That shapes man better: and they follow him,
Against us brats, with no lefs confidence,
Than boys pursuing fummer butter-flies.

Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 6.

So the gods bless me,

When all our offices have been oppreft

With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept With drunken fpilth of wine; when every room Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelfy; I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock,

And fet mine eyes at flow. Timon of Athens, A. 2, S. 2. It was fome friend: therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest gods, who make them ho

nours

Of men's impoffibilities, have preserved thee.

Lear, A. 4, S. 6.

He hath fought to-day,

As if a god, in hate of mankind, had
Destroy'd in such a shape.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 8.

ear deceived him here, as in many other places, and that the poet wrote--" frew our large temples, &c." By the "hews of $6 peace, I believe, were meant the leaves of the olive; with which the temples might be ftrewed, but could hardly be thronged. MALONE.

"Throng our large temples," is without the smallest question right. The meaning is,---may our temples, and not our fireets, be filled with people. The former will be tokens or fhews of peace, the latter of war.

A. B.

the cleareft gods.] The pureft; the most free from evil. JOHNSON.

I fhould think the poet wrote "deareft gods." He frequently applies the epithet dear to the gods. The and 1, in clearest, when joined, make a perfect di

A. B.