SOLDIER,-continued. The armipotent soldier. 'Tis the soldiers' life To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife. 'Tis much he dares; And, to the dauntless temper of his mind, A braver soldier never couched lance, A. W. iv. 3 O. ii. 3 M. iii. 1. A gentler heart did never sway in court. H. VI. PT. 1. iii. 2. I am a soldier; and unapt to weep, Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier and afraid? H.VI. PT. I. V. 3. M. v. 1. H.V. iv. 1. Go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough at the end to buy him a wooden one? P. P. iv. 6. Faith, Sir, he has led the drum before the English trage- All furnish'd, all in arms, H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll find a pit as well as better. IN LOVE. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2. I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, May that soldier a mere recreant prove, M. A. i. 1. T.C. i. 3. SOLDIER'S DEATH. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: They say he parted well, and paid his score; I pray you, bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field; So underneath the belly of their steeds, That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood, The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. H. VI. PT. III. ii. 3. Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: SOLDIER, A PASSIVE INSTRUment. To be tender-minded Does not become a sword :-Thy great employment M. v. 7. Will not bear question. K. L. v. 3. P. P. i. 1. This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns: And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, T.G. v. 4. SOMNAMBULISM. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and to do the effects of watching. M. v. 1. SONG. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks My mother had a maid call'd Barbara; She bids you O. iv. 3. Begins his golden progress in the east. H. IV. PT. I. iii. 1. 'Fore heaven, an excellent song. O. ii. 3. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other. O. ii. 3. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, It hath been sung at festivals, Have read it for restoratives. Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain; T. N. ii. 4. P. P. i. chorus. The spinsters, and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG, POPULAR. T. N. ii. 4. No hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's song; and admiring the nothing of it. W. T. iv. 3. There's scarce a maid westward but she sings it: 'tis in request, I can tell you. W. T. iv. 3. SONG-BOOK. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of songs and sonnets here. SONGSTERS, NOCTURNAL. Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch? M. W. i. 1. T. N. ii. 3. SORROW (See GRIEF, LAMENTATION, TEARS). R. III. i. 4. Go, count thy way with sighs;-I mine with groans. When sorrows come, they come, not single spies, One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, R. II. v. 1 H. iv. 5. P. P. i. 4. 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots A. C. iv. 2. A cypress, not a bosom, T. N. iii. 1. Hides my poor heart. O, if you teach me to believe this sorrow, I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; K. J. iii. 1. H. v. 2. K. J. iii. 1. M. v. 3. H.VI. PT. III. iii. 3. R. II. i. 3. For gnarled sorrow hath less power to bite SORROW,-continued. All strange and terrible events are welcome, A. C. iv. 13. W. T. iii. 3. This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in. Down, thou climbing sorrow, thy element's below. But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, It strikes where it doth love. And now and then an ample tear trill'd down A. W. i. 3. K. L. ii. 4. T.C. i. 1. 0. v. 2. K. L. iv. 3. Her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven. PARENTAL. My grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; A. W. iv. 3. The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, And rotten times that you shall look upon H. IV. PT. H. iv. 5. These miseries are more than may be borne ! To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, UNCALLED FOR. Tit. And. iii. 1. The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. A. C. i. 2. SOUL. Though that be sick it dies not. H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2. |