147 If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, 148 I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;— 35-v. 1. 30-v. 2. 149 A dream, 35-ii. 2. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. 150 The innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, 151 15-ii. 2. 'Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper Under these windows: White and azure, laced On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip. 31-i. 2. a Sleave, is unwrought silk. 'Ravell'd sleave of care,'--the brain. bi. e. The white skin laced with blue veins. 152 C Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: 153 Downy sleep, death's counterfeit. 154 29-ü. I. 15-ii. 3. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! 155 12-Induction, 1. To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, 156 26-iv. 2. As fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless labour Sleep, gentle sleep, 157 5-iv. 2. Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast And in the visitation of the winds, • Shapes created by the imagination. 4 Stiffly e Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them 158 19-iii. 1. O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! Thus in a chapel lying! 31-ii. 2. 159 See the life as lively mock'd, as ever 13-v. 3. I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclined to do so. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. 163 The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd. 164 17-v. 1. The life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretell the ending of mortality. Noise. 16-v. 7. 165 O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, 166 Thou art come to set mine eye: 16-v. 7. The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; 167 16-v. 7. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward here to die. 17-v. 5. 168 If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, 5-iii. 1. 169 Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, 25-iii. 1. 170 Death, Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words: or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war. ? Model. 31-v. 3. 171 Now, boast thee, death! in thy possession lies 172 30-v. 2. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost 35-iv. 5. 173 Have I not hideous death within my view, Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Why should I then be false; since it is true, 174 Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it: he died 16 v. 4. 15-i. 4. 175 O, my love! my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, 8 In allusion to the images made by the witches. 35-v.3. |