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The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts, of men
259 Give me a gash, put me to present pain; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness. 33_V. 1.
260 A joy past joy.
261 There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture: they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed :* A notable passion of wonder appeared in them ; but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importances were joy, or sorrow : but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be. 13_v. 2.
You have bereft me of all words,
* This description not only contains the beautiful and the sub. lime, but rises to a still higher sublimity, or, to speak in the style of the Psalmist, to the most highest, in the allusion to sacred writ, relating to the two principal articles in the Old and New Testament, the fall of man and his redemption. Shakspeare niakės frequent references to the sacred test, and writes often, not only as a moral. ist, but as a divine.
| The thing imported.
Where every something, being blent* together,
9iii. 2. 263
O rejoice, Beyond a common joy; and set it down With gold on lasting pillars.
1-v. 1. 264
I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy.
266 Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.
27-i. 2. 267
His flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly.
34-V. 3. 268
If the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazont it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness, that both Receive in either by this dear encounter. 35-ii. 6. 269 The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood ; Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; Or else it stood upon the choice of friends : Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it : Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied* night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say–Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. 7-1. 1.
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270 O that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded ; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. That same wicked brat of Venus, that was begot of thought,t conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep 1 am in love.
O hard-believing love ! how strange it seems
274 We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
275 She loved me for the dangers I had pass’d; And I loved her, that she did pity them.
never kept seat in one.
We make woe wanton with this fond delay :
Do not call it sin in me,
280 0, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away! 2-i. 3.
281 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet.
282 How silver-sweet sound lover's tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears ! 35-ii. 2.
283 Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues ; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.