SUBMISSION TO THE LAWS,-continued. ; To pluck down justice from your awful bench Hear your own dignity so much profan'd; See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, And then imagine me taking your part, And, in your power, soft silencing your son. H. IV. pt. 11. v. 2. SUFFERANCE. Of sufferance comes ease. SUFFERING, UNJUST. H. IV. PT. II. v. 4. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg❜d in thee, SUICIDE (See also CONSCIENCE). Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, To be, or not to be, that is the question And, by opposing, end them? To die,-to sleep,— For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, K. L. v. 3. R. II. v. 1. Cym iii. 4. SUICIDE,-continued. Than fly to others, that we know not of? Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life :-arming myself with patience, He is dead; Not by a public minister of justice, Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, H. iii. 1. J. C. v. 1. A. C. v.1. A. C. iv. 13. The more pity, that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even Christian. My desolation does begin to make A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cæsar; Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave, Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Every bondman in his own hand bears The weary sun hath made a golden set, H. v. 1. A. C. v. 2. J. C. i. 3. J. C. 1. 3. R. III. v. 3. SUN SETTING,-continued. But even this night,-whose black contagious breath Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,- To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To smooth the ice, or add another hue K. J. v. 4. To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, K. J. iv. 2. SUPERSCRIPTION. To the snow-white hand of the most beautiful Lady Rosaline. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: SURETYSHIP. T. G. iii. 1. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? That parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax: for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. H. VI. PT.II. iv. 2. SURFEIT. A surfeit of the sweetest things, SURGES. The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, SURLY COUNTENANCE. M. N. ii. 3. K. L. iv. 6. The image of a wicked heinous fault K. J. iv. 2. H. VI. PT. III. v. 6. O. iii. 3. SUSPICION. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind. Indeed! ay, indeed: Discern'st thou aught in that? I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my nature's plague Foul whisperings are abroad. SWEARING. H. iii. 2. H. IV. PT. I. v. 2. O. iii. 3. M. v. 1. For it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. T. N. iii. 4. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers by to curtail his oaths. Cym. ii. 1. And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure. Cym. ii. 1. I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly. SWEETNESS. Your words, they rob the Hybla bees, Things sweet to taste, prove in digestion sour. SWIMMING. I saw him beat the surges under him, The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. SWORD. A sword employ'd is perilous. I have a sword, and it shall bite upon necessity. T. ii. 2. J. C. v. 1. R. II. i. 3. T. ii. 1. J. C. i. 2. T. C. ii. 2. M. W. ii. 1. SWORDSMEN. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us. M. W. ii. 3. SYMPATHY. You are merry, and so am I ; Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I;-would you desire better sympathy? Grief best is pleas'd with grief's society. M. W. ii. 1. True sorrow then is feelingly surpris'd When with like feeling it is sympathis'd. Poems. Companionship in woe, doth woe assuage. Poems. Sweets with sweets war not; joy delights in joy. Poems. That he hath left part of his grief with me ; Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, OI have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Which had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her) Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Was this a face To be expos'd against the warring winds? To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder? And wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, All bless'd secrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, O. iii. 3. T. v. 1. T. i. 2. K. L. iv. 7. K. L. iv. 7. K. L. iv. 4. The mind much sufferance doth o'er-skip, When grief hath mates. K. L. iii. 6. That I am wretched, Makes thee the happier Heavens, deal so still! And each man have enough. K. L. iv. 1. If sorrow can admit society Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine. R. III. iv. 4. |