Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them 158 19-iii. 1. O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! Thus in a chapel lying! 31-ii. 2. 159 See the life as lively mock'd, as ever 13-v. 3. I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclined to do so. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. 163 1-ii. 1. The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd. 164 17 v. 1. The life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretell the ending of mortality. * Noise. 16-v. 7. 165 O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, 16-v. 7. 166 Thou art come to set mine eye: The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; 167 16-v. 7. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; 17-v. 5. That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, 25-iii. 1. 170 Death, Being an ugly monster, "Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words: or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war. * Model. 31-v. 3. 171 Now, boast thee, death! in thy possession lies Of eyes again so royal! 172 30-v. 2. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost 35-iv. 5. 173 Have I not hideous death within my view, Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Since I must lose the use of all deceit ? Why should I then be false; since it is true, 174 Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it: he died 175 16-v. 4. 15-i. 4. O, my love! my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: 35-v. 3. * In allusion to the images made by the witches. 176 I have bewept a worthy husband's death, 177 All things, that we ordained festival, 178 24-ii. 2. 35-iv. 5. O'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep 179 7-iii. 2. O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; 180 His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; 16-ii. 2. Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. 181 Full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, 25-iv. 2. His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. 182 25-iv. 2. Grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate. 22-iv. 3. 183 Poems. 184 She shook 34-iv. 3. 185 In the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart. 17-i. 3. 186 17-iii. 2. 187 Lo! here the hopeless merchant of this loss, With head declined, and voice damm'd up with woe, With sad set eyes and wretched arms across, From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow The grief away, that stops his answer so; But wretched as he is, he strives in vain ; What he breathes out, his breath drinks up again. As through an arch the violent roaring tide Out-runs the eye that doth behold his haste; Yet in the eddie boundeth in his pride Back to the strait, that forced him on so fast, In rage sent out, recall'd in rage being past : Even so his sighs, his sorrows, make a saw, To push grief on, and back the same grief draw. Poems. 188 My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, |