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WOL. I hope I have: I am able now, me
thinks, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) To endure more miseries, and greater far, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
K. HENRY VIII., A. 3, s. 2.
A GREAT MAN'S DEATH AND
WELL, the voice goes, madam : 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, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words,- father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity ! So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; .
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
summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish’d, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.
K. HENRY VIII., A. 4, s. 2.
ACTIVITY NECESSARY TO MAN'S
That we come short of our suppose so far,
princes, Do you 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, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.
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 fairest
boding 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! I promise you, my heart is very jocund In the remembrance of so fair a dream. 'Tis time to arm, and give direction.More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell on: Yet remember this, God, and our good cause, fight upon our side, The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Like high-reared bulwarks, stand before our
faces; Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Had rather have us win, than him they follow. For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; 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;
swords: For me, the ransom of my bold attempt 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 cheer
fully; God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory!
K. RICHARD 111., A. 5, s. 3.
A GOOD MAN RESCUED BY A GREAT
ONE FROM HIS ENEMIES. CROMWELL.
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.