Short of stature, large of limb, With nodding head, "There goes Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest." And Sohrab came there, and went in, and stood -ARNOLD: Sohrab and Rustum. What picture do you get? Look up "pile" in the dictionary. The gray sea and the long black land; Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in every thing. -As You Like It, II, i. Jaques. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women mercly players: And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel shifts Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Rosalind. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal and who he stands still withal. Orlando. I prithee, who doth he trot withal? Rosalind. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven year. Orlando. Who ambles Time withal? Rosalind. With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that hath not the gout, for the one sleeps easily because he cannot study and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain, the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning, the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury; these Time ambles withal. Orlando. Who doth he gallop withal? Rosalind. With a thief to the gallows, for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. Orlando. Who stays it still withal? Rosalind. With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term and then they perceive not how Time moves. —Ibid., III, ii. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age And high top bald with dry antiquity, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead: Then murmur'd Arthur, "Place me in the barge." Put forth their hands, and took the King, and wept. And fairest, laid his head upon her lap, And loosed the shatter'd casque, and chafed his hands, And call'd him by his name, complaining loud, High from the dais-throne-were parch'd with dust; Mix'd with the knightly growth that fringed his lips. So like a shatter'd column lay the King; Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest, -TENNYSON: The Passing of Arthur. So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, -Ibid. As when a boar Or lion mid the hounds and huntsmen stands, -The Iliad (Bryant's translation). Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven -Merchant of Venice, V, i. In person, Caesar was tall and slight. His features were more refined than was usual in Roman faces. The forehead was wide and high, the nose large and thin, the lips full, the eyes dark gray like an eagle's, the neck extremely thick and sinewy. His complexion was pale. His beard and mustache were kept carefully shaved. His hair was short and naturally scanty, falling off toward the end of his life and leaving him partially bald. His voice, especially when he spoke in public, was high and shrill.-FROUDE: Julius Caesar. |