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A grandam's name is little less in love,
Than is the doating title of a mother ;
They are as children, but one step below;
Even of your mettle, of your very blood. R. III. iv. 4. GRATITUDE.
I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I say'd under your father,
Which I did store to be my foster murse,
When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;
Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to mine age.
A. Y. ü. 3. Thou canst not in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine.
Cym. iii. 5.
Kind gentleman, your pains
Are register'd, where every day I turn
The leaf to read them.
M. i. 3.
Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
H.VI. PT. II. ii. 1.
Would thou had'st less deserv'd;
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine!
M. i. 4. GRAVE.
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps !
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep. Tit. And. i. 2.
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near. H.V. ii. 1.
Find out the prettiest daisied spot we can,
And make him, with our pikes and partizans,
Cym. iv. 2.
And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
T. A. v. 3. GRAVITATION.
And you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down.
M.W. iii. 5. GRAVITY, AFFECTED.
There are a sort of men, whose visages
Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond;
And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dress’d in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;
As who should say, I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! M.V. i. 1. GREATNESS (See also Kings, AUTHORITY).
Some are born great:-some achieve greatness ;-some have greatness thrust upon
T. N. ii. 4.
Rightly to be great,
Is, not to stir without great argument;
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake.
H. iv. 4.
Would you praise Cæsar, say,-Cæsar; go no further.
A.C. üi. 2.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about,
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
J.C. i. 2.
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod at him.
J.C. i. 2.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power.
J.C. ü. 1,
Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them;
But, in the less, foul profanation.
That, in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. M. M. ü. 2. GREETING (See also SALUTATION).
A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Welcome:
A curse begin at very root of his heart,
That is not glad to see thee!
C. ü. 1.
The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! H.V. iv. I.
God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully,
H. V. iv, 1.
Why have you stolen upon us thus! You come not
Like Cæsar's sister ; the wife of Antony
Should have an army for an usher, and
The neighs of horse to tell of her approach,
Long ere she did appear ; the trees by the way,
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not: nay, the dust
Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
Rais'd by your populous troops : But you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
Is often left unlov'd: we should have met you
By sea, and land; supplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.
A.C. iii. 6.
Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least, speak most, to my capacity.
M. N. v. 1. GRIEF (See also LAMENTATION, SORROW, TEARS).
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness with a silken thread,
Charm ache with air, and agony with words.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under a load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel ;
My griefs cry louder than advertisement. M. A. v. 1.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended,
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The robb’d, that smiles, steals something from the thief:
He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. 0. i. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were
That were most precious to me.
M. iv. 3.
Why tell you me of moderation ?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, which I taste,
And no less in a sense as strong
As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it?
If I could temporize with my affection,
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief;
My love admits no qualifying cross :
No more my grief, in such a precious loss. T.C. iv. 4.
The heart hath treble wrong,
When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. Poems.
Some grief shows much of love ;
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
R. J. iii. 5.
My grief lies all within,
And these external manners and laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,
That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul. R. II. iv. 1.
A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.
H. IV. PT. I. Ü. 4.
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.
A.C. v. 1.
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.
M. A. v. 1.
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and makes it break.
M. iv. 3.
Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and tourish'd,
I'll hang my head, and perish.
H.VIII. üi. 1.
Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by its worth, for then
It hath no end.
M. v. 7.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
R. J. üi.5.
Had be the motive and the cue for passion,
That ļ have, he would drown the stage with tears,
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed,
The very faculties of eyes and ears.
H. ü. 2.
Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doating like me, and like me banished,
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave. R.J. iii. 3.
Grief softens the mind, and makes it fearful and degenerate.
H. VI. PT. II. iv. 4
There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour-moisten'd: then away she started,
To deal with grief alone.
K. L. iv. 3
0, insupportable ! O, heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.
Good, my lords,
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew,
Perchance, shall dry your pities; but I have
That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns
Worse than tears drown.
W.T. ii. 1.
Woe doth the heavier sit,
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. R. II. i. 3.
My lord ;-I found the prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks ;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops.
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,
For things that are not to be remedied. H. VI. Pt. 1. ïïi. 3.
Why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making?
Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy.
Should be without regard.
M. iii. 2.