Now, as a schoolboy, Does kiss the rod that gave him chastisement. _Richard II_, V., 1, 31: And wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod? _Two Gentlemen of Verona_, I., 2, 58: That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod. _Unnatural Combat_, IV., 2, 6: Let his passion work, and like a hot-reined horse ’Twill quickly tire itself. _Henry VIII_, I., 1, 132-4: Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow’d his way Self-mettle tires him. _Emperor of the East_, III., 1, 2: A sudden fever Kept me at home. _Henry VIII_, I., 1, 5: An untimely ague Stay’d me a prisoner in my chamber. _A Very Woman_, II., 1, 20: The furnace of your father’s anger. _Bondman_, III., 3, 170: Or yield up Our bodies to the furnace of their fury, Thrice heated with revenge. _Henry VIII_, I., 1, 140: Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. _Virgin Martyr_, V., 2, 158: And now, in the evening, When thou should’st pass with honour to thy rest, Wilt thou fall like a meteor? _Henry VIII_, III., 2, 226: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. _Guardian_, V., 4, 115: In this casket are Inestimable jewels. _Richard III_, I., 4, 27: Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels. _Picture_, I., 2, 17: Since this bubble honour (Which is indeed the nothing soldiers fight for) With the loss of limbs or life, is in my judgment Too dear a purchase. _As You Like It_, II., 7, 152: Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. _Picture_, II., 2, 136: It continuing doubtful Upon whose tents plum’d victory would take Her glorious stand. _Othello_, III., 3, 349: Farewell the plumèd troops, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! _Virgin Martyr_, V., 2, 82: There is a scene that I must act alone. _Romeo and Juliet_, IV., 3, 19: My dismal scene I needs must act alone. _Great Duke of Florence_, III., 1, 57: What you deliver to me shall be lock’d up In a strong cabinet, of which you yourself Shall keep the key. _Hamlet_, I., 3, 85. ’Tis in my memory locked, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. _Believe as You List_, I., 2, 18: When he smiles, let such Beware as have to do with him, for then, Sans doubt, he’s bent on mischief. _Hamlet_, I., 5, 107: Meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.