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And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,
Henry IV. Part I. A. 2. Scy
The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5. Sc.
As You Like It, A. 2. Sc.
Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'tt me an,
that my Lord Northumberland
Henry IV. Part I. A, 1. Sc. í.
Oh! if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Which in the very meeting fall and die.
King John, A. $. Scie.
Richard 111. A. I. Sc. fi
-Patience and forrow Itrove
As pearls from diamonds dropt. In brief, sorrow
Lear, A. 4. Sc. 3 Give sorrow 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 instructions ; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow
my teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree ; such a hare is Madness the youth, to kip o'er the meshes of Good Counsel the cripple!
The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 2. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver white,
The cuckow then on ev'ry tree
Unpleasing to a married ear!
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.
There's magic in thy majesty, which has
Much Ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. 1.
- Jova's lightnings, the precursors Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrurining were not; the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, 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 see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! But that's not to the point. Oh, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em; now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon swallow'd with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land-service to see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone ; how he cried to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an end of the ship ; to see how the sea 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 sea or weather.
The Winter's Tale, A. 3. Sc. 4,
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Of dire combustion, and confus'd events,
The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Se. B.
Small have continual plodders ever won,
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Love's Labour Loft, A. 1. St. 1.
God is much displeased
King Ricbard III. A. 2. Sc. 2.
SUBMISSION TO THE LAWS.
--If the deed were ill, Be vou contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought; Fopluck down juftice from your awful bench;