...lift my soul to heaven. [Buckingham— 2.1 .92-95] This bold bad man. [Chamberlain— 2.2.49] I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born And range with humble livers in content Than to be perked up in a glist'ring grief And wear a golden sorrow. [Anne— 2.3.23-26] Orpheus with his lute...