“Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial Death is amorous;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?”

          
                                                            Ibid., v. 3.

“My gentle Puck, come hither.  Thou remember’st
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid’s music.”

          
                                                      Midsum.  Night’s D., ii. 1.

“Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.”

          
                                                    King Henry V., iii. 5.

“His face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire is out.” Ibid., iii. 6.

    “O, then th’ Earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
    And not in fear of your nativity. 
    Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
    In strange eruptions; oft the teeming Earth
    Is with a kind of cholic pinch’d and vex’d
    By the imprisoning of unruly wind
    Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
    Shakes the old beldame Earth, and topples down
    Steeples and moss-grown towers.  At your birth,
    Our grandam Earth, having this distemperature,
    In passion shook.”
                              1 King Henry IV., iii. 1.

    “Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature’s hand
    Keep the wild flood-confin’d! let order die! 
    And let this world no longer be a stage
    To feed contention in a lingering act;
    But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
    Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
    On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
    And darkness be the burier of the dead!”
                                2 King Henry IV., i. 1.

    “An habitation giddy and unsure
    Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. 
    O thou fond many! with what loud applause
    Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
    Before he was what thou would’st have him be! 
    And being now trimm’d in thine own desires,
    Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
    That thou provok’st thyself to cast him up. 
    So, so, thou common dog, did’st thou disgorge
    Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
    And now thou would’st eat thy dead vomit up,
    And howl’st to find it.”
                                             Ibid., i. 3.