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Sorrow distorts appearances.
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
Bid that welcome
Fortitude under afflictions.
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Sweet are the uses of adversity;
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
From Rumour's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true 19-Induction.
Time. I,—that please some, try all; both joy, and
Of good and bad; that make, and unfold, error.
Mankind different in exterior only.
Are we not brothers?
So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike.
*Amongst mathematical recreations, there is one in optics, in which a figure is drawn, wherein all the rules of perspective are inverted, so that if held in the same position with those pictures which are drawn according to the rules of perspective, it can present nothing but confusion: and to be seen in form, and under a regular appearance, it must be looked upon from a contrary station; or, as Shakspeare says, eyed awry.
This curious double allusion to an optical experiment, not even now very familiar, shows the strength, comprehensiveness and subtilty, of the poet's observation. The anamorphosis cylinder and polymorphic prism are both introduced.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people, who never loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground. 28-ii. 2.
There is no sure foundation set in blood;
Truth, beauty's ornament.
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ;
They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
The end crowns all;
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
If the great gods be just, they shall assist
To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in it, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.* 30-ii. 7.
*The being called into a huge sphere, and not being seen to move in it,' resembles sockets in a face where eyes should be [but are not]; which empty sockets, or holes without eyes, pitifully dis figure the countenance.
Heaven is above all; there sits a Judge,
O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous
303 The danger of relying on our own strength. [Lie in the lap of sin,] and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the devil:
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.*
Pomp and power, their end.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. 36-iv. 3.
"Tis better to be much abused,
Than but to know't a little.
307 The clearest sight without wisdom, blindness.
What an infinite mock is this, that a man should
have the best use of eyes, to see the way of blindness!
A guilty conscience.
Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
*Matt. iv. 7.
The sleeping, and the dead,
Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood,
The variableness of mankind.
The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
Confident security dangerous.
The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
Shall we serve heaven
With less respect than we do minister
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends,
*This was the case of Queen Elizabeth after the execution of
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
Time, its fleetness.
It is ten o'clock:
Thus may we see, how the world wags:
Wickedness, its own reward.
What mischiefs work the wicked ones; Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby !
O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
When two authorities are up,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by the other.
You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,