Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,-- APPARITION. Shakespeare. How ill this taper burns! ... Ha! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of my eyes, That shapes this... monstrous apparition- It comes upon me :-- art thou...any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, APPREHENSION.- Lee. When the sun sets, shadows that showed at noon Grow babbling ghosts, and call us to our graves. ASSUMED BLUNTNESS.- Shakespeare. This is some fellow Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect That stretch their duties nicely. Fetch forth the stocks, ho! You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart, We'll teach you... Fetch forth the stocks: ... As I've life and honour, there shall he sit till noon. AUTHORITY. O, it is excellent ་ Shakespeare. To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet: ... For every pelting petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder.— Merciful Heaven! Thou, rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle.-O, but man, proud man! Most ignorant of what he's most assured- Plays such fantastic tricks, before high Heaven, AVARICIOUS AGE.- Young. Oh, my coevals! remnants of yourselves! Shall our pale, wither'd hands, be still stretched out, BEAUTY.-Blair. Beauty! thou pretty play-thing! dear deceit ! What had'st thou more to boast of? Will thy lovers For this, thy painful labours at the glass, To improve those charms, and keep them in repair. BEREAVEMENT.- Alex. Bell. Each has his woe, and I, alas, have mine. Which settles in some solitary breast. The angry winds and flooding rains oft spread A single victim strikes.- O, I have been BOASTFUL CHALLENGE. Shakespeare. Show me what thou'lt do; Woul't weep? woul't fight! woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? I'll do't.- Do'st thou come here to whine, Be buried quick with her, ... and so will I: And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Singeing its pate against the burning zone, I'll rant as well as thou. an' thou'lt mouth, An ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,— And plans relief for coming miseries. CHEERFULNESS. Shakespeare. Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, and say, This is no flattery; these are counsellors ... Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, And this our life, [exempt from public haunts, | CLOSE OF A GUILTY CAREER. Shakespeare. I have liv'd long enough: my May of life And that which should accompany old age.- I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses... not loud, but deep,— mouth-honour,--breath, ☎ Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. That's false! a truer, nobler, trustier heart, More loving, or more loyal, never beat Within a human breast. I would not change My exil'd, persecuted, mangled husband- Oppress'd, but not disgraced, crushed, overwhelm'd- In story or in fable-with a world To back his suit Dishonour'd!- He dishonour'd! Shakespeare. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fixed. The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear; ... But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free, The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else. Save... what... beats there. Filial ingratitude!... Is it not as this mouth should tear his hand For lifting food to't? But I will punish home! To shut me out!... Pour on; I will endure: In such a night as this! O Regan-Goneril!— Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all......... O, that way madness lies: let me shun that. No more of that.- Pry'thee go in; seek thine own ease; On things would hurt me more.—But I'll go in !— CONTEMPTUOUS REPROACH.— Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, Shakespeare. Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion, thou dost never fight To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Hast thou not spoke like thunder, on my side... Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, CONSTANCY.- Milton. Certain, my resolution is to die. How can I live without thee! how forego Would never from my heart! no, no; I feel CONTRADICTION.-Lloyd. "Here, Cicely, take away my gun: How shall we have these starlings done?" "Done! what my love? your wits are wild! Starlings, my dear! they're thrushes, child." 'Nay, now, but look, consider, wife, They're starlings." (?) “No, upon my life! I know a thrush, and starling too." "Who was it shot them, you or I? They're Starlings!"—" Thrushes!"—"Wife... you lie.""Pray. Sır, take back your dirty word, I scorn your language. as your bird; It ought to make a husband blush, To treat a wife so... 'bout a... thrush." • Thrush, Cicely !”—“Yes.”—“ A starling !”— No.”— The lie again, and then... the blow. |