Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprizes of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.

HAMLET, A. 3, s. 1.

THE SOUL LIVES BEYOND THE

GRAVE.

BLOOD hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time,
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd,
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would
die,

And there an end: but now, they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: This is more
strange

Than such a murder is.

MACBETH, A. 3, s. 4.

THE SOUL'S PALACE IN PERIL.

HE cannot long hold out these pangs;

The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in,

So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.

K. HENRY 1V., PART II., A. 4, s. 4.

THE SOUL OF NOBILITY.

No, by my soul; I never in my life,
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,

Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man ;
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Making you ever better than his praise,
By still dispraising praise, valued with you:
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital of himself;
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did he pause; But let me tell the world,—
If he outlive the envy of this day,

England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 5, s. 2.

THE SOUL OF THE STATE.

THE single and peculiar life is bound,
With all the strength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more
That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest
The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel,
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.

HAMLET, A. 3, s. 2.

THE SOUL REQUIRES ITS PROPER LEVER WHILST HERE.

MAY be, he is not well:

Infirmity doth still neglect all office,

Whereto our health is bound; we are not our

selves,

When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind

To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;

And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indispos'd and sickly fit

For the sound man.

KING LEAR, A. 2, s. 4.

THE SOUL SITS HIGH WHERE

AUTHORITY SUPPORTS IT.

K. JOHN.

Peace be to France; if France in

peace permit

Our just and lineal entrance to our own!
If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven!
Whiles we, God's wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beat his peace to
heaven.

K. PHILIP. Peace be to England; if that

war return

From France to England, there to live in peace!
England we love; and, for that England's sake,
With burden of our armour here we sweat:
This toil of ours should be a work of thine;
But thou from loving England art so far,
That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Outfaced infant state, and done a rape
Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.

Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;-
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his.
This little abstract doth contain that large,
Which died in Geffrey; and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
That Geffrey was thy elder brother born,
And this his son; England was Geffrey's right,
And this is Geffrey's: In the name of God,
How comes it, then, that thou art call'd a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest?
K. JOHN. From whom hast thou this great
commission, France,

To draw my answer from thy articles?

K. PHI. From that supernal Judge, that stirs good thoughts

In any breast of strong authority,

To look into the blots and stains of right.

That Judge hath made me guardian to this boy : Under whose warrant, I impeach thy wrong;

And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it.

KING JOHN, a. 2, s. 1.

THE SPIRIT IN PURGATORY.

I AM thy father's spirit;

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires,

Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;

Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.

HAMLET, A. 1, s. 5.

THE SPIRIT OF CONTRADICTION CONQUERED.

PETRUCHIO. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our fathers.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

KATHARINA. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now.

PET. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.

KATH. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.

PET. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,

Or ere I journey to your father's house :—
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.-
Evermore cross'd, and cross'd: nothing but
cross'd!

HOR. Say as he says, or we shall never go. KATH. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.