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WOL. I hope I have: I am able now, methinks,
(Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)
To endure more miseries, and greater far,
K. HENRY VIII., A. 3, s. 2.
A GREAT MAN'S DEATH AND
WELL, the voice
After the stout earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward, (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
He could not sit his mule.
At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as
And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
K. HENRY VIII., A. 4, s. 2.
ACTIVITY NECESSARY TO MAN'S HAPPINESS.
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and dis
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our suppose so far,
Sith every action that hath gone before,
with cheeks abash'd behold our works, And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought else
But the protractive trials of great Jove,
To find persistive constancy in men?
The fineness of which metal is not found
In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward,
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 1, s. 3.
A DAUGHTER'S LOVE.
I Do love you more than words can wield the matter,
Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour :
As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found.
A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
KING LEAR, a. 1, s. 1.
A GOOD CAUSE FILLS BOTH HEAD AND HEART.
LORDS. How have you slept, my lord? RICHMOND. The sweetest sleep, and fairestboding dreams,
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd,
Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory!
Richard except, those, whom we fight against,
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him ;
A base, foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
For me, the ransom of my
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully;
God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory!
K. RICHARD III., A. 5, s. 3.
A GOOD MAN RESCUED BY A GREAT ONE FROM HIS ENEMIES.
My mind gave me,
In seeking tales, and informations,
Against this man, (whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,)
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye.