GRIEF,-continued. These tidings nip me: and I hang the head, Nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Many a morning hath he there been seen, O. i. 3. R. J. i. 1. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, M. iv. 3. Now my soul's palace is become a prison: For never henceforth shall I joy again. H. VI. PT. III. ii. 1. Tit. And. iii. 2. His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, K. L. v. 3. J. C. i. 2. R. J. iv. 5. The chapel where they lie: and tears, shed there, Shall be my recreation: so long as Nature I daily vow to use it. W. T. iii. 2. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once! Vile earth, to earth resign; end, motion, here; Sorrow, and grief of heart, R. J. iii. 2. R. II. iii. 3. GRIEF,-continued. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; Is overspread with them: therefore my grief H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. Bind up those tresses: O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; H. iv. 5. K. J. iii 4. K. J. iii. 4. M. A. iii. 2. H.VI. PT. III. iv. 3. Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. H. VI. PT. III. v. 4. What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Friend, I owe more tears To this dead man, than thou shalt see me pay. H. v. i. J.C. v. 3. A.C. v. 1. Cym. iv. 2. W.T. iii. 2. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? H.VIII. iv. 2. O, that I were as great As is my grief! R. II. iii 3. GRIEF,-continued. And but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him T. i. 2. I have in equal balance justly weigh'd, H.IV. PT. II. iv. 1. All of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, MATERNAL. R. III. ii. 2. H. VI. PT. III. v. 4. L And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, There was not such a gracious creature born. And chase the native beauty from his cheek; When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him: therefore, never, never, He talks to me that never had a son. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, K. J. iii. 4. K. J. iii. 4. K. J. iii. 4. 1 GRIEF AND JOY. The violence of either grief or joy, Their own enactures with themselves destroy: GROUP. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,- GUILT. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Guiltiness will speak Though tongues were out of use. H. iii. 2. R. III. iv. 3. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in it? And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed. H. iv. 5. 0. v. 1. H. iii. 2. II. i. 1. Poems. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. GUILTY CAREER, THE CLOSE of a. M. v. 1. II. iii. 3. I have liv'd long enough; my way of life PURSUITS. What win the guilty, gaining what they seek? M. v. 3. A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy! Or sells eternity to get a toy? 157 Poems HABIT (See also CUSTOM). H. For use almost can change the stamp of nature The tyrant custom, most grave senators, HABITATION. H. iii. 4. O. i. 3. Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. HUMBLE. Stoop, boys: this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you HALTER. A halter, gratis; nothing else, for God's sake. HAND. O, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Cym. iii. 3. M.V. iv. Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure HANGER-ON. T.C. i. 1. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. M. A. i. 1. HANGING. O the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it: of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: Your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counters, so the acquittance follows. Cym. v. 4. A heavy reckoning for you, Sir; but the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart |