Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Dispute it like a man. I shall do so,
But I must also feel it as a man;

I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time ;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

All places that the eye of Heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Which show like grief itself, but are not so.
For Sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects.

An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,

What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural !

"Tis true that we are in great danger; The greater therefore should our courage be.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out;

For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry.

O hard condition! twin-born with greatness!
What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect
That private men enjoy!

The great KING of kings

Hath in the table of his law commanded

That thou shalt do no murder. Wilt thou then Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?

Take heed, for He holds vengeance in His hand To hurl upon their heads that break His law.

Take not the quarrel from God's powerful arm;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course
To cut off those who have offended Him.

I every day expect an embassage

From my REDEEMER to redeem me hence;
And more in peace my soul shall part to heav'n,
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.

In common worldly things, 'tis call'd ungrateful,
With dull unwillingness to pay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
Much more, to be thus opposite with Heav'n,
When it requires the royal debt it lent you.

O momentary grace of mortal man,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of GoD!

Fling away ambition;
By that sin fell the angels, how can man then,
The image of his MAKER, hope to win by't!

Love thyself last;

Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues!-Be just, and fear not.

Had I but serv'd my GoD with half the zeal
I serv'd my king-He would not in mine age
Have left me naked to my enemies.

His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not 'till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little;
And to add greater honours to his age

Than man could give him, he died, fearing GOD.

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty;
If they shall fail, I, with my enemies,

Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant.

The ample proposition that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness.

What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted?
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

O, who would live turmoiled in the court,
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these!
I seek not to wax great by others waning,
Or gather wealth, and care not with what envy :
Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,
And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.

It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.

Didst thou never hear

That things ill got had ever bad success?
I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind.

K

Alas! methinks it were a happy life
To be no better than a homely swain ;-

So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years,
Pass'd over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave!

My crown is my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones;
Not to be seen. My crown is call'd content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

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Ceremony

Was but devised at first to set a gloss
On false hearts, hollow welcomes

But where there is true friendship there needs none.

I am not of that feather, to shake off
My friend when he most needs me.

I do love

My country's good, with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, than my own life.

Where is your ancient courage? You were us'd
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits;
That common chances common men could bear;
That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating. You were used to

load me y con eror

With precepts, that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.

What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,
And I will look on both indifferently.

Thou art noble, yet I see
Thy honourable metal may be wrought

From that it is dispos'd! Therefore 'tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes,
For who so firm that cannot be seduc'd?

When I tell him, he hates flatterers, He says, he does :-being then most flattered.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

We, ignorant of ourselves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good: so find we profit,
By losing of our prayers.

Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling.-Ever note,

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger, as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

O hateful Error, Melancholy's child,

Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not?

His life was gentle, and the elements

So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man !