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230 His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds.

1-v. 1.

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.

36-iii. 1.

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.

10-i. 3.

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
I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

25-iv. 2.

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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.

17-iv. 1.

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds ;
And he, the noble image of any youth,
Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death;
The blood weeps from my heart.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections* fly
Towards fronting peril and opposed decay !

19-iv. 4.

241 His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life Began to crack.

34_V. 3.

242 The tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek.

11-i. 1.

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,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve: give not me counsel ;
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with mine.


* His passion ; his inordinate desires.

Bring me a father, that so loved his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience;
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain ;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
Cry-sorrow, wag ! and hem, when he should groan;
Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters ;* bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
But there is no such man.

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.

17-iii. 3.


thee leave me to myself to-night;
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.

35-iv. 3.

* 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.

With the eyes of heavy mind,
I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
Fall to the base earth from the firmament !
Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest.

17-ii. 4.

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all the other parts
Of necessary fitness ?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The general,* subject to a well-wish'd king,
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.

5-ii. 4..

251 Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, - And thou art wedded to calamity.

35iii. 3 252

Had it pleased Heaven
To try me with affliction; had he rain'd
All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head;
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ;
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes ;
I should have found in some part of my

A drop of patience: but (alas !) to make me
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at,-
Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'dt up my heart;
Where either I must live, or bear no life:
The fountain, from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence !

* People.

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Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
To knot and gender in !-turn thy complexion there!
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim,
Ay, there, look grim as hell !

37-iv. 2.

Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge* upon me;
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me.

30-iv. 9.

Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I note
In the fair multitude of those her hairs !
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Do glue themselves in sociable grief;
Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.

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,
That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that

From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
Beyond self-explication.

31-iii. 4., 257

Myself, Who had the world as my confectionary,

* Discharge as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed.

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