GRIEF,-continued. The like allayment could I give my grief; When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. But much of grief shows still some want of wit. My grief lies all within, T.C. iv. 4. Poems. R. J. iii. 5. 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. The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. To wash the eyes of kings. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. A. C. v. 1. M. A. v. 1. Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, Your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by its worth, for then Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, M. iv. 3. H. VIII. iii. 1. M. v. 7. R. J. iii. 5. That sees into the bottom of my grief? Had he the motive and the cue for passion, That I have, he would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears. H. ii. 2. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel: 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, 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, K. L. v. 3. J. C. i. 2. R. J. iv. 5. Shall be my recreation: so long as Nature 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. Sorrow, and grief of heart, R. II. iii. 3. GRIEF, continued. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; 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 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, What is he whose grief H. VI. PT. III. v. 4. 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, For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, There was not such a gracious creature born. When I shall meet him in the court of heaven 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. |