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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful' day Is crept into the bosom of the
LORD SAY'S APOLOGY FOR HIMSELF.
KING HENRY VI.
A HUNGRY LION.
So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws: And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey; And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder. THE DUKE OF YORK ON THE GALLANT BEHAVIOUR
OF HIS SONS. My sons—God knows what hath bechanced them: But this I know,—they have demeaned themselves Like men born to renown, by life, or death. 'Three times did Richard make a lane to me; And thrice cried, -Courage, father! fight it out. And full as oft came Edward to my side, With purple falchion, painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encountr'd him: And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Richard cried-Charge! and give no foot of ground And cried,--A Crown, or else a glorious tomb! A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre! With this, we charg'd again; but out, alas! We bodg’d* again; as I have seen a swan With bootless labours swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. A FATHER'S PASSION ON THE MURDER OF A FAVOURITE
0, tyger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child, To bid the father wipe bis eyes withal, And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. That face of his the hungry cannibals [blood. Would not have touch'd, would not have stain:d with But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,-0, ten times more,—than tygers of Hyrcania See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: This cloth thou dipp’dst in blood of my sweet boy.
* i. e. We boggled, made bad, or bungling work of our attempt to rally.
And I with tears do wash the tlood away.
See, how the morning opes her golden gates,
THE MORNING'S DAWN.
THE BLESSINGS OF A SHEPHERD'S LIFE
* Demeaned hiinself. + Neat cattle, cows, oren, &c.
# Aurora takes for a time her fare vell of the sun, wlica she dismisses hinn lo his diurnal course.
So many hours must I take my rest;
NO STABILITY IN A MOB.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the likeness of you common men.
A SIMILE ON AMBITIOUS THOUGHTS.
Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty; Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; And chides the sea that sunders him from thence Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way.
GLOSTER'S DEFORMITY. Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws She did corrupt srail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size; To disproportion me in every part, Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear whelp, That carries no impression like the dam. And am I then a man to be belov'd ?
GLOSTER'S DISSIMULATION. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. "I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily then Ulysses could And, like a Sinon, take another Troy; I can add colours to the chameleon; Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, And set the murd’rous Machiavel to school, Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
HENRY VI. ON HIS OWN LENITY.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griess, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears: I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much erra