And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd; O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, More miserable by the life of thee, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death ! Even in so short a space, my woman's heart And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse: Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest; For never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me. K. RICHARD III., A. 4, s. 1. UNCERTAINTY OF SECULAR WHEREFORE rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat And do you now put on your best attire ? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, JULIUS CESAR, A. 1, 3. 1. UNION IS STRENGTH. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield. PERICLES, A. 2, s. 4. UNMISTAKABLE SIGNS OF NATURE. It is yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, So like you, 'tis the worse.-Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy of the father: eye, nose, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his smiles; The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger: And thou, good goddess nature, which hast made it So like to him that got it, if thou hast The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours No yellow in't; lest she suspect, as he does, Her children not her husband's! For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, open The breast of heaven, I did present myself You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life Why old men fools, and children calculate: Why all these things change, from their ordi nance, Their natures, and pre-formed faculties, To monstrous quality; why, you shall find, To make them instruments of fear, and warning, Name to thee a man most like this dreadful That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars A man no mightier than thyself, or me, JULIUS CESAR, a. 1, s. 3. USE AND ABUSE OF CEREMONY. CEREMONY Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 2. USE AND ABUSE OF OATHS. Ir is great sin, to swear unto a sin; Who can be bound by any solemn vow K. HENRY VI., PART II., A. 5, s. 1. UTTERINGS OF THE HEART. LUCIUS. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; Because kind nature doth require it so: Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: Would I were dead, so you did live again! TITUS ANDRONICUS, A. 5, s. 3. |