Dust was thrown upon his facred head;
Which with such gentle sorrow he fhook off,
His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,
That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they muft perforce have melted.
Richard II. A. 5, S. 2.
Gnarling Sorrow hath lefs power to bite
The man that mocks at it, and fets it light.
Richard II. A. 1, S. 3.
The apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse :
Fell Sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore.
Richard II. A. I, S. 3.
- ) hardly yet have learn'd
To infinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee :
Give Sorrow leave a while to tutor me
To this submission. Richard II. A. 4, S. 1.
Now will canker Sorrow eat my bud,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost;
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit.
King John, A. 3, S. 4.
Oh, if thou teach me to believe this forrow,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
And let belief and life encounter fo,
As doth the fury of two desperate men,
Which in the very meeting, fall, and die.
King John, A. 3, S. 1.
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
And Sorrow, wag?! cry; hem, when he should
* If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
* And Sorrow, wag! cry hem when he should groan.] Such is
the reading of all the copies; and on this very difficult passage