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Give me the cup,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpets to the cannoneers within,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
Now the king drinks to Hamlet. Trag. of Hamlet.
10. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ;-
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; ;
At fifty, chides his infamous delay,
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve,
In all the magnaniinity of thought,
Resolves and reresolves then dies the same. Young: VII.-Examples of the principal Emotions and Passions
ADMIRATION, CONTEMPT, Joy GRIEF, COURAGE,FEAR, LOVE, HATRED, PITY, ANGER, REVENGE and JEALOUSY.
1. WHAT a piece of work is man! How noble in reason How infinite in faculties! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel ! In apprehension how like a God!- Hamlet.
2. Away! No woman could descend so low,
A skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are,
Fit only for yourselves, you herd togetber;
And when the circling, glass warms your vain hearts,
You talk of beauties which you never saw,
And fancy raptures that you never knew.-
3. Let mirth go on; let pleasure know no pause, -
But fill up every minute of this day.
'Tis yours, my children, sacred to your loves.
The glori, us sun hinself for
He shines for Altamont, and for Calista.
Take care my gates be open. Bid all welcome ;
All who rejoice with me to day are friends.
Let each indulge his genius ; each be glad,
Jocund and free, and swell the feast with mirtit. -
The sprightly bowl shall cheerfully go round;
None shall be grave, nor too severely wise :
Losses and disappointments, care and poverty,
The rich'man's insolence, and grea: man's scorn,?
In wine shall be forgoiten all. Fair Penitenta
4. All dark and comfortless."
Where all those various objects, that but now
Employ'd my busy eyes? Where those eyes? -
These groping hands are now my only guides,
And feeling all my sight.
misery What words can sound my grieft
Shut from the living whilst among the living ;
Dark as the grave, amidst the bustling world ;
At once from business, and from pleasure barr'd;
No more to view the beauty of the spring,
Or see the face of kindred or of friend !-
Tragedy of Lear.
5. Thou speak'st a woman's ; hear a warrior's wish.
Right from their native land, the storniy north,
May the wind blow, till every keel is fix'd
Ininoveable in Caledonia's strand !
Then shall our foes repent their bold invasion,
And roving armies shun the fatal shore.-
Tragedy of Douglas. 6. Ah! Mercy on my soul! What's that? My old friend's ghost ! They say, none but wicked folks walk. I wish I were at the bottom of a coalpit! La ! how pale, and how long his face is grown since his death! He never was handsome ; and death has improved him very much the wrong way.--Pray, do not come near me! I wished you very well when you were alive. But I could never abide a dead man cheek by jowl with me-Ah! Ah! mercy on me! No nearer, pray ! if it be only to take your leave of me, that you are come back, I could have excused you the ceremony with all my heart.-Orifyou-mercy on us.No nearer, pray or if you have wrong'dary boly, as you always loved money a little, I give you the word of a frighted Christian, I will pray, as long as you please, for the deliverance and repose of your departed soul. My good, wortly, noble friend, do, pray, disappear, as ever you would wish your old friend, Anselm, to come to his scuses again
7. Who can behold such beauty and be silent !
O! I coull talk to thee forever ;
Forever fix and gize on those dear eyes ;
For every glance they send darts through my soul !
8. How like a fawning publican lie looks!
I hate him for he is a Chrisiian :
But more, for that in low simplicity
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usince with us here in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat that ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation; and he rails,
E'en there where the merchants most do congrega:e,
On me, my bargains, and my well won thrit,
Which he calls usury. Cursed be my tribe
If I forgive him. Merchant of Venice.
.9. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well graced actor leaves the stages,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious;
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did scowl on Richard. No man cri'd, God save him!
No joyful tongue gave him bis welcome he:
But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:
Which, with such gentle sorrow, he shook off
(His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience ;)
That had not God, for some strong purpose sieel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have meiled;
And barbarism itself have pitied him.---Richard IId.
10. Hear me, rash man, on thy allegiance hear me.'
Since thou hast striveu to make us break our vow,
(Which nor our nature nor our place can b:a1)
We banish thee forever from our sight
And kingdom. If, when three days are expir'd,
Thy hated trunk be found in our deminions,
That moment is thy death. A way. !
By Jupiter this shall no: be revok'd -Tragedy of Lear. 11. If it will feed nothiug else, it wil feed my revenge. He bath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooked my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason. I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; Ls he rot fed with the same food, hurt wi h the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means warned and cooled by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? Andif you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in ihe rest, we will resemble you in that, If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what would his sufferance be, by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction- -Merchant of Venice.
12. Ye Amaranths! Ye roses, like the morn!,
Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves !
Joy giving, love inspiring, holy bower!
Knuw in thy fragrant bosom, thou receiv'st
A murd'rer? Oh, I shall stain thy lilies,
And horror will usurp the seat of bliss !
Ha! She sleeps
The day's uncommon heat has overcome her:
Then take, my longing eyes, your last full gazem
Oh, what a sight is here i How dreadful fair !
Who would not think that being innocent !
Where shall I strike? Who strikes her, strikes himself
My own life's blood will issue at her wound
But see she smiles ! I never shall smile more
It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss
Ha, smile again ! She dreams of him she loves
-Curse on her charms ! I'll stab her through them all.