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A WOMAN'S FEARS. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable* of fears; Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman, naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, With
my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day.
TOKENS OF GRIEF.
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peeringt o'er his bounds? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? Then speak again; not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. A MOTHER'S FONDNESS FOR A BEAUTIFUL CHILD,
If thou, that bidst me be content, wert grim, Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content; For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy! Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great; Susceptible.
+ Appearing #Unsightly.
Of nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.
COWARDICE AND PERJURY. O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou Thou little valiant, great in villany! [coward: Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Upon my party! Thou cold blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength? And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide! doff* it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
THE HORRORS OF A CONSPIRACY.
I had a thing to say-But let it go:
* Do off.
+ Showy ornaments.
If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
APOSTROPHE TO DEATH.
O amiable, lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Thou hate and terror to prosperity, And I will kiss thy detestable bones; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows; And ring these fingers with thy household worms; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st, And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, 0, come to me!
A MOTHER'S RAVINGS.
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:
A MOTHER'S GRIEF FOR THE LOSS OF A SON.
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. K.Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
DESPONDENCY. There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
STRENGTH OF DEPARTING DISEASES.
Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest ; evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil.
DANGER TAKES HOLD OF ANY SUPPORT.
He, that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
the heart? When your head did but I knit my handkerchief about your brows, Cache, (The best I bad, a princess wrought it me),