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...: Thou art the lively image of my grief : Within thy face my sorrows I may see. Thy eyes are gummed with tears, thy cheeks are wan, Thy forehead troubled,...breathes, And all this sorrow riseth for thy son ; and again : To wring more tears from Isabella's eyes Whose lights are dimmed with over-long laments. Heaven...

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...now I know thee, now thou nam'st thy son, Thou art the lively image of my grief: ................. And all this sorrow riseth for thy son: And selfsame sorrow feel I for my son. And so we may imagine Hamlet saying: 'And selfsame sorrow feel I for my father'. Thus, just when the...

...160 Thou art the lively image of my grief; Within thy face my sorrows I may see. Thy eyes are gummed with tears, thy cheeks are wan, Thy forehead troubled,...mutt'ring lips Murmur sad words abruptly broken off 165 By force of windy sighs thy spirit breathes; And all this sorrow riseth for thy son: And selfsame...