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Not all the water in the rough rude sea
For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd,
A glorious angel: then, if angels fight,
Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.
KING RICHARD II. ACT 3. Sc. 2.
LET's talk of graves and worms and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.—
οὐ γὰρ θαλάσσης ἀγρίας δυςχειμέρου
ΕΥΛΑΙ τάφοι τε κἀπιτύμβιοι γραφαί ἡμῖν ἂν εἴη τἀπίλοιπα τῶν λόγων φέρ ̓ ἐγγράφωμεν εἰς κόνιν δελτούμενοι λύπης δακρυτὰ σύμβολ ̓ ὀμμάτων δρόσῳ· δόμων δ ̓ ἐπιτρόπους διαδόχους τε χρημάτων ἑλώμεθ ̓· οὐ μὴν ταῦτά γ· ὡς τί μέλλομεν ἡμεῖς καταλιπεῖν πλὴν τὰ σώματα χθόνι ῥιφθέντ ̓ ἄτιμα τῆς πάρος χλιδῆς ἄτερ; κείνου μὲν οὖν νῦν οἱ βαθεῖς ἡμῶν γύαι, αὐτοὶ δὲ χἡμεῖς, καὶ τὰ πάνθ ̓ ἁπλῷ λόγῳ, 10 οὐδ ̓ ἴδιον ἡμῶν οὐδὲν ἄλλο, πλὴν θανεῖν, τὸ τ ̓ εὐτελὲς τύπωμα τῆς χέρσου χθόνος, λεπτῷ γε πελάνῳ σῶμ ̓ ὅσον κρύπτειν μόνον.
τ. 12. Vid. Soph. Electr. 54.
For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been deposed, some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poisoned by their wives; some sleeping killed; All murdered:-for within the hollow crown
That girds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps Death his court: and there the antic sits,
To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks;
Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king!
For ye have but mistook me all this while :
I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
Need friends-subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?
πρὸς θεῶν, χαμαὶ κλιθέντες ἀναμετρώμεθα
ὡς δῆθεν ἕρκος σάρκινον ψυχῆς τοδὲ
v. 37. Eur. Bacch. 201. ed. Dind.
KING HENRY VI. PART III. ACT 2. Sc. 2.
Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity And harmful pity must be laid aside.—
To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
Thou smiling, while he knit his angry brows:
Thou, being a king, blessed with a goodly son,
Which argued thee a most unloving father.
And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,