176 I have bewept a worthy husband's death, 177 All things, that we ordained festival, 178 24-ü. 2. 35-iv. 5. O'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep 179 7-iii. 2. O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; 180 16-ii. 2. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; 181 Full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, 25-iv. 2. His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. 182 Grief softens the mind, 25-iv. 2. And makes it fearful and degenerate. 22-iv. 3. 183 The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day: 184 Poems. She shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moisten'd: then away she started 185 In the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart. 186 Men judge by the complexion of the sky 187 34-iv. 3. Lo! here the hopeless merchant of this loss, 17-i. 3. 17-iii. 2. With head declined, and voice damm'd up with woe, From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow What he breathes out, his breath drinks up again. Back to the strait, that forced him on so fast, In rage sent out, recall'd in rage being past: Even so his sighs, his sorrows, make a saw, To push grief on, and back the same grief draw. 188 My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, Poems. That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, 189 37-i. 3. When my heart, As wedged with a sigh, would riveh in twain; 190 Sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell, 26-i. 1. Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes; 191 'Tis with my mind As with the tide, swell'd up unto its height, 192 Poems. 19-ii. 3. Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast. 17—ii. I. 193 Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; 36-iii. 4. 194 My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; 195 26-iii. 3. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. 35-iii. 2. 196 My heart is great; but it must break with silence, 197 17—ii. 1. There's nothing in this world, can make me joy: Aexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. 198 16-iii. 4. Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, 199 O, you kind gods, 22-iii, 1. Cure this great breach in his abused nature! 200 As the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, 34-iv. 7. Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief, Are thrice themselves.m 201 Our strength is all gone into heaviness, 202 19-i. 1. 30-iv. 13. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, J Free. k Ps. xc. 9. 16-iii. 4. 1 Bend, yield to pressure. m Anger and terror have been known to remove a fit of the gout; to give activity to the bed-ridden; and to produce instantaneous and most extraordinary energies. 203 O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, As doth the fury of two desperate men, 204 Even through the hollow eyes of death, I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is. 205 16-iii. 1. 17—ü. 1. The last she spake Then in the midst of a tearing groan did break Was, Antony! most noble Antony! The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips. 206 I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, 207 Are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? 208 30-iv. 12. 13-iii. 3. 36-iv. 7. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul; In the vile prison" of afflicted breath. 209 16-iii. 4. That my pent heart may have some scope to beat, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news. 24-iv. 1. n "Vile body."---Phil. iii. 21. • Transparent stuff. |