230 His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. 231 One of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots 232 We scarce thought us bless'd, That God hath sent us but this only child: 233 There's something in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood; Will be some danger. 234 1-v. 1. 30-iv. 2. 35-iii. 5. 36-iii. 1. Gracious words revive my drooping thoughts, And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. 235 23iii. 3. Do not seek to take your change upon you, 236 10-i. 3. I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd ;/ But I shall, in a more continuate time, Strike off this score of absence. 37-iii. 4. Mourn I not for thee, 237 And with the southern clouds contend in tears; Their's for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows? 238 22-iii. 2. Play me that sad note I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating On that celestial harmony I go to. 25-iv. 2. 239 The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see:- 240 17-iv. 1. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, 241 19-iv. 4. His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life 242 34-v. 3. The tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. 243 11-i. 1. Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots 244 30-v. 2. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with mine. * His passion; his inordinate desires. Bring me a father, that so loved his child, Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; But there is no such man. 245 Being not mad, but sensible of grief, 6-v. 1. My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these "woes. 16-iii. 4. 246 Ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! If yet your gentle souls fly in the air- 247 Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man. I 248 pray thee leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons 24-iv. 4. 17-iii. 3. To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. 35-iv. 3. * Candle-wasters is a contemptuous term for scholars, and is so used by Ben Johnson, Cynthia's Revels, act iii. sc. 3. The sense then of the passage appears to be this:--If such a one will patch grief with proverbs--ease the wounds of grief with proverbial say: ings; make misfortune drunk with candle-wasters--stupify misfor tune, or render himself insensible to the strokes of it, by the conversation or lucubrations of scholars; the production of the lamp, but not fitted to human nature. 249 With the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, 250 17-ii. 4. Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, And dispossessing all the other parts Of necessary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; By which he should revive: and even so * The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, 251 Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, -And thou art wedded to calamity. 252 Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd 5-ii. 4. 35-iii. 3 All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: * People. Treasured up. Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads To knot and gender in!—turn thy complexion there! 253 Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, 37-iv. 2. The poisonous damp of night disponge* upon me; May hang no longer on me. 254 Bind up those tresses: O, what love I note 30-iv. 9. Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, 255 16-iii. 4. We are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our bark; And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck, Hearing the surges threat: we must all part Into this sea of air. 27-iv. 2. 256 What is in thy mind, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Beyond self-explication. 257 f 31-iii. 4. Myself, Who had the world as my confectionary, Discharge as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed. |