Would he abuse the countenance of the king, Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 2. The abuse of greatnefs is, when it disjoins Remorfe from power: and, to speak truth of Cæsar, I have not known when his affections fway'd More than his reason. Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S. 1. eyes O place and greatness, millions of falfe Make thee the father of their idle dream, And rack thee in their fancies! Meafure for Measure, A. 4, S. 1. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, As mercy does. Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian, of my glory, I hafte now to my fetting: I fhall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man fee me more. Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2. :. Who Who deferves greatness, Deferves your hate and your affections are Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 1. Things fmall as nothing, for requests fake only, Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 3. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Muft fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, He fhall as foon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall. Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S. 3. So much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty, and fo many, my defects, That I would rather hide me from my greatness, And in the vapour of my glory fmother'd. Richard III. A. 3, S. 7. Do you hear how we are fhent' for keeping your greatnefs back? Every one can mafter a grief, but he that has it. Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 2. how we are fhent.] Shent is brought to deftruction. JOHNSON. "Shent" does not mean brought to deftruction, but shamed, dif graced, made afbamed of himself. "Shent," in this place, is reproved, blamed. PERCY. A. B. Being Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1. Grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollownefs, but weight: Richard II. A. 1, S. 2. Perspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Richard II. A, 2, S. 2. Oh, that I were as great As is my grief, or leffer than my name! Richard II. A. 3, S. 3. Still my griefs are mine. You may my glories and my ftate depofe, But not my griefs; ftill am I king of those. Richard II. A. 4, S. 1. My grief lies all within; And these external manners of lament Are merely fhadows to the unfeen grief, That fwells with filence in the tortur'd foul. Richard II. A. 4, S. 1. Ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, And fend the hearers weeping to their beds. Richard II. A. 5, S. 1. Thou, the model where old Troy did stand Why Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee, When triumph is become an ale-house guest? Richard II. A. 5, S. 1. My grief. Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; The blood weeps from my heart, when I do fhape, Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4. As the wretch, whofe fever-weaken'd joints, Out of his keeper's arms: even fo my limbs, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we fuffer, And find our griefs heavier than our offences. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1. -I fent your grace The parcels and particulars of our grief; The which hath been with fcorn fhov'd from the court, Whereon this hydra fon of war is born: Whofe dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, With grant of our most juft and right defires. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 2. When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, Still Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time; Grief fills the room up of my abfent child, King John, A. 3, S. 4. Preach fome philofophy to make me mad, King John, A. 3, S. 44 I am not mad;-I would to heaven, I were! King John, A. 3, S. 4 My grief's fo great, That no fupporter but the huge firm earth Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. King John, A. 3, S. 1. I will inftruct my forrows to be proud : For grief is proud, and makes his owner ftout; Let kings affemble. King John, A. 3, S. 1. 'Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a gliftering grief, And wear a golden forrow. Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 3. These eyes-like lamps whose wafting oil is spent, Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent: Weak shoulders, over-borne with burthening grief, And |