Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm
Of his hand? did’st not mark that?
Shakespeare.—Othello, Act II. Scene 1.
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are; and making practis’d smiles,
As in a
looking-glass; and then to sigh—
O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.
Shakespeare.—Winter’s Tale, Act I. Scene 2.
PAID.—He is well paid that is well satisfied:
And I, delivering you, am satisfied.
And therein do account
myself well paid.
Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act IV. Scene 1.
PAIN.— Pain was mix’d
In all which was served up to him, until,
Like to the Pontic monarch of old days,
He
fed on poisons.
Byron.—The Dream, Stanza 8.
’Tis our weakness:
Blind to events, we reason in the dark,
And fondly apprehend, what none e’er found
Or
ever shall, pleasure and pain unmix’d.
Lillo.—Fatal Curiosity, Act II. Scene 3.
PAINT.—Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1.
Who gild our scenes,
Poison the British stage, and paint damnation gay.
Dr. Watts.—On Burning several Poems, &c., Verse 2.
PALACE.— A palace
For the crown’d truth to dwell in.
Shakespeare.—Pericles, Act V. Scene 1.