I see a strange confession in thine eye : Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear, or sin, The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Which throes thee much to yield. 19-i. 1. 1-ii. 1. 130. The eyes. Move these eyes? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs 9-iii. 2. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : 132. The same. 8-iv. 3. What haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. 15-i. 2. Even through the hollow eyes of death, I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is. 17-ii. 1. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Fairest lady 35-i. 1. What are men mad? hath nature given them eyes 31-i. 7. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! 7-iii. 2. 16-iii. 1. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons : I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of The pebbles on the sea-shore are so much of the same size and shape, that twinn'd may mean as like as twins. seven years. He ambles with a priest, that lacks Latin, and a rich man, that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal. He gallops with a thief to the gallows for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.-He stays still with lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves 10-iii. 2. He hath persecuted time with hope; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. 11—i. 1. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before. Sonnet 60. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. 144. 4-iii. 1. Time levels all things. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. 145. Time, the future. 15-i. 3. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. 37-ii. 1. 146. Time discovers all things. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. 34-i. 1. Time's ruin, beauty's wreck, and grim care's reign: Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes had fed, These grey locks, the pursuivants of death, Poems. These eyes,-like lamps, whose wasting oil is spent, Weak shoulders overborne with burd'ning grief; That droops his sapless branches to the ground:- 21-ii. 5. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white; Time, whose million'd accidents Poems. Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Poems. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. Sonnet 60. Life's but a walking shadow. 153. The same. 15-v. 5. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together P. 11-iv. 3. His life is parallel'd Even with the stroke and line of his great justice; He doth with holy abstinence subdue That in himself, which he spurs on his power To qualify in others: were he meal'd With that which he corrects, then were he tyran nous; But this being so, he's just. 5-iv. 2. 155. Life, its fluctuation. This world to me is like a lasting storm, Whirring me from my friends. 33—iv. 1. Good stars, that were my former guides, 30-iii. 11. 157. Life may be shortened but not prolonged. Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, • "Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away."-Ps. cxliv. 4. "Who knoweth what is good for man in this life?" -Eccl. vi. 11. |