The ratifiers and props of every word,
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds.
I think the fault may be mended at less expence, by reading,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every weal.
That is, of every government.
IV.v.110 (294,6) Oh, this is counter, you false Danish dogs] Hounds run counter when they trace the trail backwards.
IV.v.161 (296,9)
Nature is fine in loves and, where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself