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And therefore,-since I cannot prove a lover,
The silent hours steal on,
DECEIT. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice !
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
A FINE EVENING.
RICHMOND'S PRAYER. O Thou, whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory! To thee I do commend my watchful soul Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still !
RICHARD STARTING OUT OF HIS DREAM. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds, Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft; I did but dream.O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!The lights burn blue.--It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself ?
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
KING HENRY VIII.
To climb steep hills,
A GOOD WIFE.
A loss of her
THE BLESSINGS OF A LOW STATION.
Though perils did Abound as thick as thought could make them, and Appear in forms more horrid, yet my duty, As doth a rock against the chiding flood, Should the approach of this wild river break, And stand unshaken yours.
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.
CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries : but thou hast forced me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And,—when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of,—say 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, fling away ambition;
By that sin fell the angels: how can man then,
THE VICISSITUDES OF LIFE.