GRIEF,-continued. And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Grief softens the mind, and makes it fearful and de generate. R.J. iii. 3. H.VI. PT. II. iv. 4 There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour-moisten'd: then away she started, O, insupportable! O, heavy hour! Good, my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Woe doth the heavier sit, My lord;-I found the prince in the next room, K. L. iv. 3 0. v. 2. W.T. ii. 1. R. II. i. 3. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. One of the prettiest touches of all, and that which angled for mine eyes (caught the water, though not the fish) was, when at the relation of the queen's death, with the manner how she came to it, (bravely confessed and lamented by the king), how attentiveness wounded his daughter: till, from one sign of dolour to another, she did, with an alas! I would fain say, bleed tears; for, I am sure, my heart wept blood. Who was most marble there, changed colour; some swooned, all sorrowed: if all the world could have seen it, the woe had been universal. W.T. v.2. Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, Why do you keep alone, H.VI. PT. I. iii. 3. Of sorriest fancies your companions making? Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died M. iii. 2. GRIEF,-continued. These tidings nip me: and I hang the head, Nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Tit. And. iv. 4. Many a morning hath he there been seen, O. i. 3. R. J. i. 1. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, M.iv. 3. Now my soul's palace is become a prison: Ah, would she break from hence! that this my body For never henceforth shall I joy again. H.VI. PT. III. ii. 1. Tit. And. iii. 2. His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie: and tears, shed there, Shall be my recreation: so long as Nature K. L. v. 3. J. C. i. 2. R. J. iv. 5. Will bear up with this exercise, so long I daily vow to use it. W.T. iii. 2. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once! Vile earth, to earth resign; end, motion, here; R. J. iii. 2. R. II. iii. 3 GRIEF,-continued. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; Is overspread with them: therefore my grief H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. Bind up those tresses: O, what love I note Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; H. iv. 5. K. J. iii 4. K. J. iii. 4. M. A. iii. 2. H.VI. PT. III. iv. 3. Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, H. VI. PT. III. v. 4. What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow H. v. i. Friend, I owe more tears To this dead man, than thou shalt see me pay. J.C. v. 3. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? H.VIII. iv. 2. O, that I were as great As is my grief! R. II. iii. 3. GRIEF,-continued. And but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him T. i. 2. I have in equal balance justly weigh'd, H.IV. PT. II. iv. 1. All of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, MATERNAL. R. III. ii. 2. H. VI. PT. III. v. 4. And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, There was not such a gracious creature born. I shall not know him: therefore, never, never, He talks to me that never had a son. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, K. J. iii. 4. K. J. iii. 4. K. J. iii. 4. GRIEF AND JOY. The violence of either grief or joy, Their own enactures with themselves destroy: GROUP. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,— GUILT. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use. H. iii. 2. R. III. iv. 3. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in it? The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed. H. iv. 5. 0. v. 1. H. iii. 2.. H. i. 1. Poems. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. GUILTY CAREER, THE CLOSE of a. M. v. 1. H. iii. 3. I have liv'd long enough; my way of life PURSUITS. What win the guilty, gaining what they seek? M. v. 3. For one sweet grape, who will the vine destroy? Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? 157 Poems. |