Write till your ink be dry: and with your tears For Orpheus' lute was strung with post's sinews; ACT IV. THE POWER OF ACTION. At that time I made her weep a-good,* ACT V. A LOVER IN SOLITUDE. How use doth breed a habit in a man! LOVE UNRETURNED. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv❜d,* INFIDELITY IN A FRIEND. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, REPENTANCE. Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven, nor earth. INCONSTANCY IN MAN. O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect: that one error WINTER'S TALE. ACT I.. YOUTHFUL INNOCENCE. WE were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun, ven Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition cleared, ❤ Felt, experienced. + Setting aside original sin. FONDNESS OF A FATHER FOR HIS CHILD. Leon. Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours? Pol. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: JEALOUSY. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? REGICIDES DETESTABLE. To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example ACT II. KNOWLEDGE SOMETIMES HURTFUL. There may be in the cup A spidert steep'd, and one may drink: depart, * Disorders of the eye. + Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge The abhor'd ingredient to his eye, make known ELOQUENCE OF SILENT INNOCENCE. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. EXPOSING AN INFANT. Come on, poor babe; Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, ACT III. INNOCENCE. Innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. DESPAIR OF PARDON. But, O thou tyrant! Do not repent these things; for they are heavier DESCRIPTION OF A GHOST APPEARING IN A DREAM. I have heard (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother * Heavings. Sometimes her head on one side, some another: So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me. There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe I pr'ythee, call't; for this ungentle business, I did in time collect myself; and thought I will be squar'd by this. Poor wretch, THE INFANT EXPOSED. That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have A lullaby too rough. A CLOWN'S DESCRIPTION OF A WRECK. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: 0, the most pitious cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,To see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and said his name was An |