Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something. Out of the jaws of death.2 Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.1 Ibid.1 As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is. Act iv. Sc. 2. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. For the rain it raineth every day. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, 1 Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce. Ibid. 2 Into the jaws of death. -TENNYSON: The Charge of the Light Brigade, stanza 3. In the jaws of death. - DU BARTAS: Divine Weekes and Workes, sec ond week, first day, part iv. 8 Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 43 When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea,2 that you might ever do Nothing but that. Ibid. I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. Lord of thy presence and no land beside. Ibid. Ibid. King John. Act i. Sc. 1. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. I would that I were low laid in my grave: Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Ibid. He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. Ibid. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words 1 Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. 2 Like a wave of the sea. - James i. 6. 8 Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight. Ibid.3 Sc. 2.8 I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.1 Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Ibid Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight To teach thee safety. Ibid. Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Ibid. That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. Ibid. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, When Fortune means to men most good, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 1 Act ii. Sc. 2 in White. Sc. 4. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. 2 When fortune flatters, she does it to betray. - PUBLIUS SYRUS Maxim 278. And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.1 We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1 'Tis strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, His soul and body to their lasting rest. Now my soul hath elbow-room. This England never did, nor never shall, Come the three corners of the world in arms, Sc. 7. Ibid. Ibid. And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. Ibid. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Ibid. The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Sc. 3. Truth hath a quiet breast. All places that the eye of heaven visits Ibid. Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Ibid. 1 Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses himself). — GABRIEL MEURIER: Trésor des Sentences. 1530-1601. 8 See page 63, note 2. O, who can hold a fire in his hand King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. Act ii. Sc. 1. The setting sun, and music at the close, Against the envy of less happier lands, Ibid. Or as a moat defensive to a house, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. Not all the water in the rough rude sea Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. |