GRIEF,-continued. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; Is overspread with them: therefore my grief H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. Bind up those tresses: O, what love I note There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; H. iv. 5. K. J. iii 4. K. J. iii. 4. M. A. iii. 2. H.VI. PT. III. iv. 3. Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What is he whose grief H.VI. PT. III. v. 4. Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Friend, I owe more tears To this dead man, than thou shalt see me pay. Strange it is, H. v. i. J.C. v. 3. A. C. v. 1. Cym. iv. 2. W.T. iii. 2. That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less. Should be past grief. What's gone, and what's past help, Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? H.VIII. iv. 2. O, that I were as great As is my grief! R. II. iii. 3. GRIEF,-continued. And but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him T. i. 2. I have in equal balance justly weigh'd, H.IV. PT. II. iv. 1. All of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, MATERNAL. R. III. ii. 2. H.VI. PT. III. v. 4. And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, There was not such a gracious creature born. When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him: therefore, never, never, He talks to me that never had a son. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, K. J. iii. 4. K. J. iii. 4. K. J. iii. 4. GRIEF AND JOY. The violence of either grief or joy, Their own enactures with themselves destroy: O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,— GUILT. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use. H. iii. 2. R. III. iv. 3. H. iv. 5. 0. v. 1. H. iii. 2. H. i. 1. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in it? The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed. Poems. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. M. v. 1. GUILTY CAREER, THE CLOSE of a. I have liv'd long enough; my way of life H. iii. 3. I must not look to have; but, in their stead, M. v. 3. PURSUITS. What win the guilty, gaining what they seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy! Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? 157 Poems. HABIT (See also CUSTOM). H. For use almost can change the stamp of nature The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war HABITATION. H. iii. 4. O. i. 3. Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. HUMBLE. Stoop, boys: this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you HALTER. A halter, gratis; nothing else, for God's sake. HAND. O, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Cym. iii. 3. M.V. iv.? Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure HANGER-ON. T.C. i. 1. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. M. A. i. 1. HANGING. O the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it: of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: Your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counters, so the acquittance follows. Cym. v. 4. A heavy reckoning for you, Sir; but the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart HANGING,-continued. reeling with too much drink ;- *** empty. purse and brain both Cym. v. 4. Hanging is the word, Sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cook'd. Cym. v. 4. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is miserable. HANGMEN. Some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. HAPPINESS. Each object with a joy; the counterchange T. i. 1. C. ii. 1. Hitting Is severally in all. Cym. v. 5. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into through another man's eyes! CONNUBIAL. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, Succeeds in unknown fate. That not another comfort like to this HARMONY OF THE SPHERES. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, O. ii. 1. Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim: Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. M.V. v. 1. HATRED. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt. Nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor capitol, C. i 1. |