Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, Line 1007. LUCRECE. Line 1019. Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without an orator. -Line 29. Those that much covet are with gain so fond, Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Line 134. For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Line 212. All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.-Line 268. True grief is fond and testy as a child.*—Line 1094. 'Tis double death to drown in ken of shore ; He ten times pines that pines beholding food; * Shakespeare has applied the same expression to love in "The Two Gentlemen of Verona," Act 1, Sc. 2. To see the salve doth make the wound ache more; Line 1114. For men have marble, women waxen, minds, No more than wax shall be accounted evil Line 1240. The old bees die, the young possess their hive. Line 1769. A LOVER'S COMPLAINT. 'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Line 288. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. Crabbed age and youth cannot live together : Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; Age, I do defy thee: O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, So beauty blemish'd once 's for ever lost, Line 169. SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC. 20. Live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, 21. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: It is usually supposed that this song was written by Marlowe. If thou sorrow, he will weep; SONNETS. 18. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. 25. The painful warrior, famoused for fight, Is from the books of honour razed quite, 35. And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. 54. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye When summer's breath their masked buds discloses. III. My nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. 116. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds * * Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |