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Though standing naked on a mountain top,
And banished I am, if but from thee. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.0, go not yet !-Even thus two friends condemn'd Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Lother a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; A wilderness is populous enough, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: For where thou art, there is the world itself, With
every several pleasure in the world; And where thou art not, desolation, DYING WITH THE PERSON BELOVED PREFERABLE TO
THE DEATH-BED HORRORS OF A GUILTY CONSCIENCE.
Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where should he dic? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?O! torture me no more, I will confess.— Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him, He hath no eyes, the dust hạth blinded them,Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul! Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful* day Is crept into the bosom of the sea; And now loud-bowling wolves arouse the jades That drag the tragic melancholy night; Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws Breathe fouì contagious darkness in the air.
Kent, in the commentaries Cesar writ,
LORD SAY'S APOLOGY FOR HIMSELF.
KING HENRY VI.
A HUNGRY LION.
So looks the pent-up lion oʻer the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws: And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey; And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder. THE DUKE OF YORK ON THE GALLANT BEHAVIOUR
OF HIS SONS. My sons—God knows what hath bechanced them: But this I know,—they have demeaned themselves Like men born to renown, by lise, or death. Three times did Richard make a lane to me; And thrice cried; -Courage, father! fight it out! And full as oft came Edward to my side, With purple falchion, painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encountr'd him; And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Richard cried— Charge! and give no foot of ground! And cried, - A Crown, or else a glorious tomb! A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre! With this, we charg'd again; but out, alas! We bodg’d* again; as I have seen a swan With bootless labours swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. A FATHER'S PASSION ON THE MURDER OF A FAVOURITE
0, tyger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child, To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. That face of his the hungry cannibals [blood: Would not have touch'd, would not have staind with But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,0, ten times more,--than tygers of Hyrcania. See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: This cloth thou dipp’dst in blood of my sweet boy.
1. e. We boggled, made bad, or bungling work of our attempt to rally.
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
THE MORNING'S DAWN.
THE BLESSINGS OF A SHEPHERD'S LIFE.
&c. † Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the sun, when
ismisses him to his diurnal course.
So many hours must I take my rest;
NO STAPILITY IN A MOB.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
A SIMILE ON AMBITIOUS THOUGHTS.