Could great men thunder

As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,

For every pelting, petty officer

Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. 2014 Shaks.: M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 2

Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them,

But in the less, foul profanation.

That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

2015

Shaks.: M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 2 Heaven knows, I had no such intent; But that necessity so bow'd the state, That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss. 2016 Small curs are not regarded when they grin; But great men tremble when the lion roars.

Shaks.: 2 Henry IV. Act iii. Sc. 1.

2017 Shaks.: 2 Henry VI. Act iii. Sc. 1. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too. What the declined is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer. 2018 Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

2019

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iil. Sc. 3.

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

2020

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4.

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
That makes him honored, or begets him hate;
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
The moon, being clouded, presently is missed,
But little stars may hide them when they list.
The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire.
And unperceived fly with the filth away;
But if the like the snow-white swan desire,
The stain upon his silver down will stay.
2021

Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. Line 1004

No great deed is done
By falterers who ask for certainty.

2022

George Eliot: The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. i

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.

2025

Pope: Prologue to Addison's Cato. Line 21.

Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise;
Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
2026

Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 377.
What is station high?

'Tis a proud mendicant; it boasts, and begs; It begs an alms of homage from the throng, And oft the throng denies its charity.

2027

Young: Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 287.

He, who ascends to mountain-tops shall find

Their loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds of snow;
He, who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
Tho' high above the sun of glory glow,
And far beneath the earth and ocean spread,
Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow
Contending tempests on his naked head.

2028
Great truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of Eternity.

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 45.

James Russell Lowell: Sonnet vi.

2029 In joys, in grief, in triumphs, in retreat, Great always, without aiming to be great.

2030

Roscommon: Dr. Chetwood to the Earl. Line 67.

Great hearts have largest room to bless the small; Strong natures give the weaker home and rest. 2031

Lucy Larcom: Sonnet. The Presence.

2032

GREECE.

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. ii. Canto vi. St. 29.

The mountains look on Marathon

And Marathon looks on the sea;

And musing there an hour alone,

I dream'd that Greece might still be free.

2033

Byron: Don Juan. Canto iii. St. 86.

Clime of the unforgotten brave!

Whose land, from plain to mountain-cave,
Was Freedom's home, or Glory's grave;
Shrine of the mighty! can it be,

That this is all remains of thee?

2034

Byron: Giaour. Line 113

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!

2035

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 73

GREEDINESS -see Gluttony.

Those that much covet are with gain so fond,

That what they have not, that which they possess,
They scatter and unloose it from their bond,

And so, by hoping more, they have but less;
Or, gaining more, the profit of excess

Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,

That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain. 2036

Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. Line 134.

GRIEF see Consolation, Sorrow, Tears, Weeping.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

A heavier task could not have been impos'd,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.

2040

Shaks.: Com. of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
Which show like grief itself, but are not so:
For sorrow's eye glazed with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects.

2041

Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 2 Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

2042

:

Shaks. Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
My grief lies all within;

And these external manners of laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul;
There lies the substance.

2043

Shaks.: Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1

The tempest in my mind

Doth from my senses take all feeling else,
Save what beats there.

2044

Shaks.: King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,

Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes; Then little strength rings out the doleful knell. 2045

Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. Line 1493.

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. 2046 You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! 2047

Shaks.: King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Why, let the stricken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play:

For some must watch, while some must sleep;

So runs the world away.

2048

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2

What is he, whose grief

Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers?

2049

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1

Shaks.: Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended. 2050

Shaks.: Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. 2051 Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit. 2052

Shaks.: Venus and A. Line 1007.

She shook

The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

And clamor moisten'd: - then away she started
To deal with grief alone.
2053

Shaks.: King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3.

What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid? 2054

Milton: Comus. Line 362

O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of GRIEF!- holy herein,
That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good.
2055

Mrs. Browning: Sonnets. Exaggeration

Grief is a tattered tent

Wherethrough God's light doth shine.
2056

Good is that darkening of our lives,
Which only God can brighten;
But better still that hopeless load,
Which none but God can lighten.

2057

Lucy Larcom: Hints.

Frederick William Faber: Deep Grief. St. 15

Who fails to grieve, when just occasion calls,
Or grieves too much, deserves not to be blest -
Inhuman or effeminate his heart.

2058
Grief should be the instructor of the wise;
Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most
Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,
The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
2059

Young: Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 501.

Byron: Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1.

No words suffice the secret soul to show, And Truth denies all eloquence to Woe. 2060

Byron: Corsair. Canto iii. St. 22.

Upon her face there was the tint of grief,
The settled shadow of an inward strife,
And an unquiet drooping of the eye,

As if its lid were charged with unshed tears.
2061

There comes

Byron: Dream. St. 5.

For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.

2062

Byron: Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2.

Alas! the breast that inly bleeds,

Hath nought to dread from outward blow:
Who falls from all he knows of bliss,
Cares little into what abyss.

2063

Byron Giaour. Line 1165

No future hour can rend my heart like this,
Save that which breaks it.

If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

2066

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3