106 All the world's a stage, And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Even in the cannon's mouth: And then the justice; 107 10-ji. 7. The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, 1-iv. 1. 108 So tedious is this day, As is the night before some festival * Violent. †Trite, common. To an impatient child that hath new robes, 109 35-iii. 2. He hath persecuted time with hope: and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. 11-i. 1. 110 Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven years. He ambles with a priest, that lacks Latin, and a rich man, that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal.-He gallops with a thief to the gallows for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.-He stays still with lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves. 111 The swallowing gulf Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. 10-iii. 2. 24-iii. 7. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; 7-iii. 2. Dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. 123 The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. 124 1-i. 2. 7-v. 1. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes 125 Music! hark! 30-i. 5. Nothing is good, I see, without respect; Methinks, it sounds much sweeter than by day. . . . The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When every goose is cackling, would be thought How many things by seasons season'd are Do but note a wild and wanton herd, 9-v. 1. Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, By the sweet power of music: Therefore, the poet floods; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, The motions of his spirit are dull as night, Let no such man be trusted. 9-v. 1. 127 This music crept by me upon the waters; 1-i. 2. 128 O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend 20-i. Chorus. 129 Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourish'd: The fire i' the flint *Such is the general character of music. 27-i. 1. † Perhaps, the sense is, that having touched on one subject, it flies off in quest of another. Old copy reads chases. 130 The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, [silver; The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were In her pavilion (cloth of gold of tissue), Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made a gap in nature. 131 30-ii. 2. Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,— Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel, As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting go safely by 132 37-ii. 1. O, it is monstrous! monstrous ! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; * Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish. † Readily perform. |