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239 The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see:'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, That swells with silence in the tortured soul; There lies the substance.
241 His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life Began to crack.
242 The tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek.
243 Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it As answering to the weight: 'Would I might never O’ertake pursued success, but I do feel, By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots My very heart at root.
30—v.2. 244 I
pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with mine.
* His passion; his inordinate desires.
Bring me a father, that so loved his child,
every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
6-y.l. 245 Being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes. 16-iii. 4.
Ah, my tender babes ! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! If yet your gentle souls fly in the airHover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation. 24-iv. 4.
Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man.
248 I pray thee leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
35-iv. 3. • Candle-wasters is a contemptuous term for scholars, and is so used by Ben Jonson, Cynthia's Reveis, act iii. sc. 3. The sense then of the passage appears to be this ;---If such a one will patch grief with proverbs---case the wounds of grief with proverbial sayings; make misfortune drunk with candle-wasters---stupify misfortune, or render himself insensible to the strokes of it, by the conversation or lucu. brations of scholars; the production of the lamp, but not fitted to human nature,
250 Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, Making both it unable for itself, And dispossessing all the other parts Of necessary fitness ? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Come all to help him, and so stop the air By which he should revive: and even so The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Must needs appear offence.
251 Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Had it pleased Heaven
c Treasured up.
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
16-iii. 4. 255
We are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow: Leak’d is our bark; And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air.
27--iv. 2. 256
What is in thy mind,
31—üi. 4. 257
Myself, Who had the world as my confectionary,
Discharge as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed.
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts, of men
bare For every storm that blows.
259 Give me a gash, put me to present pain; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O’erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness. 33-V.1,
260 A joy past joy.
261 There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: Å notable passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance were joy, or sorrow: but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be. 13-v.2.
You have bereft me of all words,
* This description not only contains the beautiful and the sublime, but rises to a still higher sublimity, or, to speak in the style of the Psalmist, to the most highest, in the allusion to sacred writ, relating to the two principal articles in the Old and New Testament, the fall of man, and his redemption. Shakspeare makes frequent references to the sacred text, and writes often, not only as a moralist, but as a divine.
! The thing imported.