DISORDER.

But they did no more adhere and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves.

M. W. ii. 1.

For night owls shriek, where mounting larks should sing. R. II. iii. 3. DISPERSION.

Our army is dispers'd already;

Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses
East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries towards his home and sporting place.
H. IV. PT. II. iv. 2.

DISPLEASURE, RASH.

Our rash faults

Make trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them until we know their grave.
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
Destroy our friends, and after, weep their dust:
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,

While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. A. W. v. 3. DISPROPORTION.

O, the more angel she,

And you the blacker devil.

DISQUIET.

0. v. 2.

Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora,

Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep

Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles me.

O. iii. 3.

H. i. 2.

DISSIMULATION (See HYPOCRISY, QUOTING SCRipture).

We are oft to blame in this ;—

'Tis too much prov'd,—that with devotion's visage,

And pious action, we do sugar o'er

Divinity of hell!

The devil himself.

H. iii. 1.

When devils will their blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.

If I do not put on a sober habit,

Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely;
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
Thus with hat, and sigh, and say, amen;
Use all the observance of civility,

Like one well studied in a sad ostent

O. ii. 3.

To please his grandam, never trust me more.

M.V. ii. 2.

DISSIMULATION,-continued.

Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile;
And cry content to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.

Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign.

H.VI. PT. III. iii. 2.

Where we are

0. i. 1.

There's daggers in men's smiles; the near in blood,

The nearer bloody.

M. ii. 3.

In following him I follow but myself;

Heaven is my judge, not I for love or duty,

But seeming so, for my peculiar end:

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after,
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.

To beguile the time,

O. i. 1.

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

But be the serpent under it.

M. i. 5.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show,

Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower,

False face must hide what the false heart doth know. M.i.7.

Good now, play one scene,

Of excellent dissembling; and let it look

Like perfect honour.

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words.

4. C. i. 3.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2. And with a countenance as clear

As friendship wears at feasts.

You vow, and swear, and super-praise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me in your hearts.

As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on.

DISTINCTION.

W. T. i. 2.

M. N. iii. 2.

H. i. 5.

DISTRACTION.

Contending with the fretful elements;

Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,

That things might change or cease: tears his white hair;
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury and make nothing of:
Strives in his little world of man to outscorn
The to-an-fro-conflicting wind and rain.

DISTRESS.

The thorny point

Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility.

'DISTURBERS.

Who rather had,

Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
About their functions freely.

DISUNION.

When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
What honey is expected?

How, in one house,

Should many people, under two commands,
Hold amity? 'Tis hard, almost impossible.

DOOM.

Away! By Jupiter,

This shall not be revok'd.

DOTARD.

K.L. iii. 1.

A. Y. ii. 7.

C. v. 6.

T.C. i. 3.

K. L. ii. 4.

K.L. i. 1.

The brains of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.

DOVER CLIFFS.

How fearful

A. W. iii. 2.

And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes below!
The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air,
Show scarce so gross as beetles: Half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy,
Almost too small for sight: The murm'ring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,

DOVER CLIFFS,-continued.

Cannot be heard so high: I'll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.

DRAMAS.

K. L. iv. 6.

The best of this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.

DREAMS.

I talk of dreams;

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;

Which is as thin of substance as the air;

M. N. v. 1.

And more inconstant than the wind, which wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

R. J. i. 4.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream ;past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream.

M. N. iv. 1.

'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen
Tongue and brain out; either both, or nothing;
Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such
As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,
The action of my life is like it, which

I'll keep, if but for sympathy.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,

Cym. v. 4.

Armed in proof, led on by shallow Richmond. R. III. v. 3.

Poor wretches, that depend

On greatness' favour, dream as I have done,
Awake, and find nothing.

This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal.

Cym. v. 4.

P. P. v. 1.

In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars:
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry, Courage!-to the field! And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;

Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;
Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

DREAMS,-continued.
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,
Like bubbles on a late disturbed stream:
And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden haste.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

There is some ill a-brewing toward my rest,
For I did dream of money bags to-night.
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
DRESS (See also ADVICE TO A YOUNG MAN).

M.V. ii. 5. R. III. v. 3.

O. iii. 3.

T. S. iv. 3.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
And now, my honey love,

We will return unto thy father's house;
And revel it as bravely as the best;

T. S. iv. 3.

With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things:
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
And amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
The tailor stays thy leisure,

T. S. iv. 3.

To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while:
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;
And entertain a score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body.
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
The gown? why, ay ;-Come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon:
What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart?
Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop:-

R. III. i. 2.

Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

T. S. iv. 3.