147 If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, 148 I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;- 35-v. 1. 30-v. 2. 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-ii. 2. a Sleave, is unwrought silk. 'Ravell'd sleave of care,'---the brain. bi.e. The white skin laced with blue veins. 152 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? c Shapes created by the imagination. d Stiffly e Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them 158 O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon 19-iii. 1. her! 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, I'll hang my head and perish. 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 174 Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it: he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. 16-v. 4. 15-i. 4. 175 O, my love! my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, In allusion to the images made by the witches. 35-v. 3. |