DELUSION,-continued. Alas, how is't with you? That you do bend your eyes on vacancy, Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: DENIAL OF JUSTICE (See also JUDGMENT, JUSTICE). And is this all? Then, oh, you blessed ministers above, Keep me in patience; and, with ripen'd time, DEPRAVITY, YOUTHFUL. You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings; H. iii. 4. H. iii. 4 J.C. i. 3. M. M. v. 1. Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music, Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken; P. P. i. 1. DEPRIVATION OF THINGS DISCLOSES THEIR VALUE. A. C. i. 2. DERANGEMENT, MENTAL (See also DESPONDENCY, MADNESS). A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch; Past speaking of in a king. K. L. iv. 6. DESCRIPTION. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! DESDEMONA. A maid That paragons description, and wild fame; P. P. iv. 3. L. L. v. 2. DESDEMONA,—continued. One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, Their mortal natures, letting go safely by DESERT. O. ii. 1. O. ii. 1. Use every man according to his desert, and who shall escape whipping? use them after your own honour and dignity the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it, But let desert in pure election shine. H. ii. 2. M. M. v. 1. Tit. And. i. 1. (That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, C. ii. 1. That tub both fill'd and running) ravening first Cym. i. 7. Happy! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious. Blessed be those, Which seasons comfort. Cym. 1.7. DESOLATION. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there Lament till I am lost. Then was I as a tree W.T. v. 3. Whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, DESOLATION,-continued. Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Cym. iii. 3. Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, H. VIII. iii. 1. Alack, and what shall good old York there see, And what cheer there for welcome but my groans? DESPAIR. There's nothing in this world can make me joy; R. II. i. 2. K. J. iii. 4. I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Now let not Nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die! O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, R. II. ii. 2. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me; May hang no longer on me; throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, O, I am fortune's fool! A. C. iv. 9. M. v. 5. R. J. iii. 1. DESPAIR,-continued. I shall despair.—There is no creature loves me; Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself For now I stand as one upon a rock, They have tied me to the stake, I cannot fly, Which my despair proclaims; let that be left I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, R. III. v. 3. Tit. And. iii. 1. M. v. 7. A. C. iii. 9. And wish the estate of the world were now undone. M. v. 5. Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair. My very hairs do mutiny; for the white Reprove the brown for rashness; and they them DESPATCH. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well C. iii. 3. A. C. iii. 9. M. i. 7. Come, to the forge with it then; shape it; I would not have things cool. It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, Briefness, and fortune, work. We must do something, and i' the heat. DESPERATION. Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Fortune knows, M. W. iv. 2. 0. v. 1. K. L. ii. 1. K. L. i. 1. M. v. 2. We scorn her most when most she offers blows. 4. C. iii. 9. Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! 0. v. 2 DESPERATION,-continued. Our enemies have beat us to the pit: Yet I will try the last: Before my body J.C. v. 5. Enough!" Ring the alarum bell: Blow wind, come wrack! Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, But that which ends all counsel, true redress, K. J. iii. 4. O all you host of heaven! O earth!—what else? Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend H. i. 5. A. C. iv. 13. DESPONDENCY (See also DERANGEMENT, MADNESS). I am not mad; I would to heaven I were ! K. J. iii. 4. K. J. iii. 4. I am sick of this false world; and will love nought Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave; Lie, where the light foam of the sea may beat How stiff is my vile sense, That I stand up and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows! better I were distract; T. A. iv. 3. So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs; |