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Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
15 Sée, how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again. But, see, his face is black, and fulī of blood; His eye-balls farther out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like ngled man: [gling; His hair uprear’d, his nostrils stretch'd with strugHis hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued. Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged. It cannot be, but he was murder'd. 22-iii. 2.
I was born so high,
New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use.
18 I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory,
• A body become inanimate in the common course of nature; to
t Nest. which violence has not brought a timeless end.
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
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I have ventured,
His greatness was no guard To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward.
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Mine honour was not yielded, But conquer'd merely.
23 Though fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind" exceeds the compass of her wheel.
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My name is lost;
u In his mind; as
as his own
25 Though now this grained' face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear. 14-v.1.
bad life reft me so much of friends,
34-iv. 6. 29 Poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossom yield, In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. 10–ii. 3.
I shall do so ;
Famine is in thy cheeks,
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My May of life
age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
33 My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart, shews That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ; Whose top-branch overpeerd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
34 Thou wert better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this ? Consider him well: Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
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Thou art e'en as just a man
Nay, do not think I flatter:
To feed, and clothe thee? Why should the poor be
flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant' hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta’en with equal thanks : and bless'd are those Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: Give me that man, That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In
my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
36 How his audit stands, who knows, save Heaven ? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him.
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Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
38 If you suspect my husbandry, or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors, And set me on the proof. When all our offices have been oppress'd With riotoi feeders; when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine; when every room Hath blazed with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy; I have retired me to a wasteful cock,a And set mine eyes at flow.
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I would, I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse,