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Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,
Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week ?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth. --Line 268.
True grief is fond and testy as a child.*— Line 1094.
'Tis double death to drown in ken of shore ;
Shakespeare has applied the same expression to love in “The Two Gentlemen of Verona," Act I,
To see the salve doth make the wound ache more ;
Who, being stopp'd, the bounding banks o’erflows;
For men have marble, women waxen, minds,
No more than wax shall be accounted evil
The old bees die, the young possess their hive.
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. Crabbed age and youth cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is wild, and age is tame.
O, my love, my love is young !
For methinks thou stay'st too long. -Line 157.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good ;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
So beauty blemish'd once's for ever lost,
SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need :
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
18. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
25. The painful warrior, famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd, Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
35. And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
54. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses.
My nature is subdued
Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,