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Gone to be married, gone to swear a peace,
TOKENS OF GRIEF.
Then speak again; not all thy former tale,
A MOTHER'S FONDNESS FOR A BEAUTIFUL CHILD.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
COWARDICE AND PERJURY.
O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou Thou little valiant, great in villany! [coward; Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength? And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide! doffs it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
# Do off.
THE HORRORS OF A CONSPIRACY. I had a thing to say,–But let it go: The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds*, To give me audience:-If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this same were a church-yard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, A passion hateful to my purposes ;) Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceitt alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words ; Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts : But, ah, I will not.
APOSTROPHE TO DEATH.
O amiable, lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy detestable bones; And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; And ring these fingers with thy household worms; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, O, come to me!
Showy ornaments. + Conception.
A MOTHER'S RAVINGS.
A MOTHER'S GRIEF FOR THE LOSS OF A SON.
Father cardinal, I have heard you say,
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
STRENGTH OF DEPARTING DISEASES.
Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest; evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil.
DANGER TAKES HOLD OF ANY SUPPORT.
He that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
THE COUNTENANCE OF A MURDERER.
This is the man should do the bloody deed;
A STRUGGLING CONSCIENCE.