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If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned custom have not braz'd it so,
That it be proof and bulwark against sense.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.
I will call him to so strict account,
That he shall render every glory up,
Yea even the Nightest worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.

Henry IV. P. I, A. 3, S. 2.,

- What art thou ? Have not I An arm as big as thine? a heart as big ? Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not My dagger in my mouth. Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

O thou day o'the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 8.

Then he speaks What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks With us to break his neck! Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3,

H E A V E N.
Bid farewell, and go: when you su'd staying,
Then was the time for words: No going then ;--
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

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Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet ::
With no less terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 3a
Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
The rugged'st hour that time and spight dare bring,
To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
Keep the wide flood confin’d! let order die!

Henry IV. P. 2, A. I, S. I. Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, And found no course of breath within your majesty, How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, O, let me in my present wildness die; And never live to fhew the incredulous world The noble change that I have purposed!

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4. When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Julius Cæsar, A. 2, S. 2. - Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlay'd with pattens of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel fings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.

King John, A. 4, S. 2.



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