Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin ; Of prisoner's ransom, and of soldiers slain, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are these? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, And I must know it, else he loves me not. ON MISERABLE RHYMERS. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, "Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag. PUNCTUALITY IN BARGAINS. I'll give thrice so much land To any well-deserving friend; But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, A HUSBAND SUNG TO SLEEP BY HIS WIFE. She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, *Occurrences. † Drops. Candlestick. And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, A GALLANT WARRIOR. I saw young Harry—with his beaver on, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. HOTSPUR'S IMPATIENCE FOR THE BATTLE. Let them come; They come like sacrifices to their trim, To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh, And yet not ours: come, let me take my horse, Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt, Against the bosom of the prince of Wales? Harry to Harry, shall hot horse to horse, Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.— O, that Glendower were come ! LIFE DEMANDS ACTION. O gentlemen, the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely, were too long, * Armour. Bewitch, charm. If life did ride upon a dial's point, Sill ending at the arrival of an hour. PRINCE HENRY'S PATHETIC SPEECH ON THE DEATH OF HOTSPUR. Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk : A kingdom for it was too small a bound: Is room enough:-this earth that bears the dead, If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :- KING HENRY IV.-PART II. CONTENTION. Contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, POST MESSENGER. After him came spurring hard, A gentleman almost forespent with speed, * His scarf. † Exhausted. I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. MESSENGER WITH ILL NEWS. This man's brow, like to a title-leaf, So looks the strand, whereon the imperious flood * Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,. And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd I see a strange confession in thine eye: Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin, APOSTROPHE TO SLEEP. Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, * An attestation of its ravage. H That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber: And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody: Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast And in the visitation of the winds, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them REFLECTIONS ON GOLD. How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers [care, Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with Their bones with industry; For this they have engross'd and piled up The canker'd heaps of strange-achived gold; * Noise. |