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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Quasris Alcidae parem? Nemo est nisi ipse. Do you seek Alcides' equal? None is, except himself. Seneca—Hercules Furens. I. 1. 84. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Massingee) I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Look bleak i' the cold wind. All's Well That Ends Well. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 111. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere, Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 19. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 285. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 154. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff ; but a Corinthian, glad of mettle, a good boy. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 12. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 21. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = This bold bad man. Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 2. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Spenseh}}) | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: " And that which would appear offence in us. His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. Julius Caesar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 157. | author =  | work =  | place =  | note =  | topic =  | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 252. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I do profess to be no less thaii I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 14. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play False, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 21. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 57. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. | author = | work = Measure for Measure. | place = Act I. Sc. 1. L. 28. | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper: And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 51. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 94. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 20. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this instant do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 205. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He hath a daily beauty in his life That makes me ugly. Othello. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 19. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O do not slander him, for he is kind. Eight; as snow in harvest. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 240. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold indeed. Richard III. Act rV. Sc. 2. L. 9. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 30. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The trick of singularity. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 164. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He wants wit that wants resolved will. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 12. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 7. L.75. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = s headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. Sheridan—Rivals. Act III. St. 3. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}