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230 His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds.
231 One of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots Out of the mind.
30—iv. 2. 232 We scarce thought us bless'd, That God hath sent us but this only child: But now I see this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her. 35-iii, 5.
There's something in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood; And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, Will be some danger.
234 Gracious words revive my drooping thoughts, And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
235 Do not seek to take your change upon you, To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out.
236 I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd ;' But I shall, in a more continuate time, Strike off this score of absence.
37-ii. 4. 237
Mourn I not for thee, And with the southern clouds contend in tears; Their's for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows ?
22ii. 2. 238
Play me that sad note
239 The shadow of my sorrow? Ha ! let's see:'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ; And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, That swells with silence in the tortured soul; There lies the substance.
241 His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life Began to crack.
242 The tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek.
243 Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it As answering to the weight: 'Would I might never O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel, By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots My very heart at root.
30-v. 2. 244
I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
* His passion ; his inordinate desires.
Bring me a father, that so loved his child,
6-v. 1. 245 Being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes. 16-üi. 4.
Ah, my tender babes ! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets ! If yet your gentle souls fly in the air Hover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation. 24-iv. 4.
Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man.
thee leave me to myself to-night;
* Candle-wasters is a contemptuous term for scholars, and is so used by Ben Johnson, Cynthia's Revels, act iji. sc. 3. The sense then of the passage appears to be this:--If such a one will patch grief with proverbs--ease the wounds of grief with proverbial say: ings; make misfortune drunk with candle-wasters--stupify misfor: tune, or render himself insensible to the strokes of it, by the conversation or lucubrations of scholars; the production of the lamp, but not fitted to human nature.
251 Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, - And thou art wedded to calamity.
35iii. 3 252
Had it pleased Heaven
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
16-iii. 4. 255
We are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark; And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air.
27-iv. 2. 256
What is in thy mind,
31-iii. 4., 257
Myself, Who had the world as my confectionary,
* Discharge as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed.