Complete Works: With Life, Compendium and Concordance, Volume 4

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Gebbie publishing Company, limited, 1896

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Page 408 - for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; Por
Page 334 - I taught thee ; Say Wolsey,—that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee,
Page 339 - meant to ruin, pitiful : His promises were, as he then was, mighty ; But his performance, as he is now, nothing : Of his own body he was ill, and gave The clergy ill example. Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now! Grif.
Page 332 - holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. He-enter the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the EARL
Page 408 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,— That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past ; And give to dust that is a little gilt
Page 208 - jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,— As 'twere in scorn of eyes,—reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 312 - body's severing. Anne. 0, God's will! much better She 's a stranger now again. Old L. Alas, poor lady! Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering
Page 422 - A woman of quick sense. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
Page 193 - sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up^ Aud that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ;— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity : And
Page 334 - it? By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st,

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