With the eyes of heavy mind,

I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
Fall to the base earth from the firmament!
Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest.

17-ii. 4.

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,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Do glew themselves in sociable grief;

Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.

16-iii. 4.

499.

The same.

My particular grief

Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.

37-i. 3.

Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: 'Would I might never
O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel,

By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots
My very heart at root.

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;
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with mine.

Bring me a father, that so loved his child,

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience;

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Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groan;
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters"; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.

But there is no such man.

6-v. 1.

Being not mad, but sensible of grief, My reasonable part produces reason

How I may be deliver'd of these woes.

16-iii. 4.

His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life
Began to crack.

34-v. 3.

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death;
The blood weeps from my heart.

For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay! 19—iv. 4.

"Candle-wasters is a contemptuous term for scholars, and is so used by Ben Jonson, Cynthia's Revels, Act. iii. Sc. 3. The sense, then, of the passage appears to be this:-If such a one will patch grif with proverbs-case the wounds of grief with proverbial sayings; make misfortune drunk with candlewasters-stupify misfortune, 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.

. His passion; his inordinate desires.

505.

Grief, with needless help.

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,

And dispossessing all the other parts

Of necessary fitness ?

So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air

By which he should revive: and even so
The generalP, subject to a well-wish'd king,

Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.

5-ii. 4.

Do not seek to take your change upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out.

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.

I

pray thee leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons

37-iii. 4

To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.

509.

Grief and patience.

I do note,

35-iv. 3.

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs 9 together.

Grow, patience!

And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine

His perishing root, with the increasing vine!

31-iv. 2.

» People.

Spurs are the roots of trees.

The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :-
'Tis very true, my grief lies all within;
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,
That swells with silence in the tortured soul;
There lies the substance.

17-iv. 1.

When my heart,

As wedged with a sigh, would river in twain;
Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
I have (as when the sun doth light a storm)
Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth, fate turns to sudden sadness.

26-i. 1.

512.

The same.

Sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,

Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes;
Then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

'Tis with my mind

As with the tide, swell'd up unto its height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way.

Poems.

19-ii. 3.

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds.

1—v. 1.

The tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek.

11-i. 1.

O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow,
Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die;
And let belief and life encounter so,

As doth the fury of two desperate men,

Which, in the very meeting, fall and die. 16—iii. 1.

Even through the hollow eyes of death,

I spy life peering; but I dare not say
How near the tidings of our comfort is.

17-ii. 1.

The last she spake

Was, Antony! most noble Antony!

Then in the midst of a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips.

30-iv. 12.

Are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?

13-iii. 3.

36-iv. 7.

Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit against her will,
In the vile prisons of afflicted breath.

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16-iii. 4.

Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself."-Phil. iii. 21.