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And given my treafures, and my rights of thee,
To thick-eyed mufing, and curit melancholy?
In thy faint flumbers, 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 haft talk'd
Of fallies and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palifadoes, frontiers, parapets;
Of bafilifks, of cannon, culverin,
Of prisoners' ranfom, and of foldiers flain,
And all the current of a heady fight.

Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus hath fo bestirr'd thee in thy fleep,
That beads of fweat have flood upon thy brow,
Like bubbles in a late-difturbed ftream:

And in thy face ftrange motions have appear'd,
Such as we fee when men reftrain their breath
On fome great fudden hafte. O, what portents are these!
Some heavy business hath my Lord in hand,

And I must know it, elfe he loves me not.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 2. Sc. 3.

SOLITUDE.

How use doth breed a habit in a man !
This fhadowy defert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I fit alone, unfeen of any,

And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my diftreffes, and record my woes.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5. Sc. 4

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The feafons' difference; as the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I fhrink with cold, I fmile, and fay,
This is no flattery; thefe are counsellors,
That feelingly perfuade me what I am.

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 1.

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SON PRAISED.

Yea, there thou mak'st me fad, and mak'st me fin,
In envy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the father of so bleft a fon;

A fon who is the theme of Honour's tongue;
Amongst a grove the very ftraighteft plant;
Who is fweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
Whilft I, by looking on the praise of him,
See riot and dishonour stain the brow

Of my young Harry. O, could it be prov'd
That fome night-tripping fairy had exchang'd,
In cradle-clothes, our children where they lay,
And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet;

Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.

Henry IV. Part I. A. 1. Sc. 1.

SORROW.

Oh! if thou teach me to believe this forrow,
Teach thou this forrow how to make me die;
And let belief and life encounter fo,
As doth the fury of two defperate men
Which in the very meeting fall and die.
Fellow, be gone! I cannot brook thy fight:
This news hath made thee a moft ugly man.

King John, A. 3. Sci. 1.

Sorrow breaks feafons, and repofing hours;
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.

--Nobly he yokes

Richard III. A. 1. Sc. 4;

A fmiling with a figh: as if the figh

Was that it was, for not being fuch fmile;

The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly
From fo divine a temple, to commix

With winds that failors rail at.

Cymbeline, A. 4. Sc. 2.

---Patience and forrow ftrove

Who fhould exprefs her goodlieft. You have feen
Sunshine and rain at once: her fmiles and tears
Were like a better day. Thofe happy finiles
That play'd on her ripe lip, feem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence

As pearls from diamonds dropt. In brief, forrow
Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all

Could fo become it.

Lear, A. 4. Sc. 3.

Give forrow words; the grief that doth not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Macbeth, A. 4. Sc. 6.

When forrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
Hamlet, A. 4. Sc. 5.

SPECULATION AND PRACTICE.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. He is a good divine that follows his own inftructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching. The brain may devife laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree; fuch a hare is Madness the youth, to fkip o'er the meshes of Good Counsel the cripple! The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 2.

When daifies pied, and violets blue,

And lady-fmocks all filver white,

And cuckow-buds of yellow hue,

Do paint the meadows with delight;
The cuckow then on ev'ry tree

Mocks married men; for thus fings he,
Cuckow cuckow! cuckow! O word of fear,
Unpleafing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten ftraws,

And merry larks are plowmen's clocks;

When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws;
And maidens bleach their summer smocks;
The cuckow then, &c.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5. Sc. 2.

6 TATU E.

-Oh! thus fhe stood

Even with fuch life of majesty (warm life,
As now it coldly ftands) when first I woo'd her.
I am asham'd-does not the stone rebuke me,
For being more ftone than it? Oh, royal piece!

There's

There's magic in thy majefty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From my admiring daughter took the fpirits,

Standing like ftone with thee. Winter's Tale, A. 5. Sc. 3

I

STOICISM.

pray thee peace :
: I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philofopher

That could endure the tooth-ach patiently,
However they have writ the style of Gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. 1.

STORM.

--Jove's lightnings, the precurfors Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And fight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. The Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. 2.

STORM DESCRIBED BY A CLOWN.

I would you did but fee how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the fhore! But that's not to the point. Oh, the most piteous cry of the poor fouls! fometimes to fee 'em, and not to fee 'em; now the fhip boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon fwallow'd with yeft and froth, as you'd thruft a cork into a hogfhead. Ånd then for the land-fervice-to fee how the bear tore out his fhoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and faid his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an end of the fhip; to fee how the fea flip-dragon'd it.—But firit, how the poor fouls roar'd, and the fea mock'd them; and' how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him: both roaring louder than the fea or weather.

The Winter's Tale, A. 3. Sc. 4,

STORMY NIGHT.

The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they fay,
Lamentings heard i' th' air; ftrange fcreams of death,
And prophefying, with accents terrible,

Of dire combuftion, and confus'd events,
New-hatch'd to the woeful time: the obfcure bird
Clamour'd the live-long night: fome fay, the earth
Was feverous, and did fhake.

STREAM.

Macbeth, A. 2. Sc. §.

The current that with gentle murmur glides,

Thou know'it, being ftopp'd, impatiently doth rage:
But when his fair courfe is not hindered,

He makes sweet mufic with th' enamell'd ftones,
Giving a gentle kifs to every fedge

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;

And fo by many winding nooks he strays,
With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Se. 7.

STUDY.

Study is like the heaven's glorious fun,
What will not be deep-fearch'd with faucy looks;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save bafe authority from others books.

Thefe earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

That give a name to every fixed star,

Have no more profit of their fhining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 1. St. 1.

SUBMISSION.

God is much difpleafed

That with unthankfulness you take his doing.
In common worldly things 'tis called ungrateful
With dull unwillingness to pay a debt,

Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
Much more to be thus oppofite with heaven,
For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

King Richard III. A. 2. Sc. 21

SUBMISSION TO THE LAWS.

If the deed were ill,

Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a fon fet your decrees at nought;
Fo-płuck down juftice from your awful bench;

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