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And so he vanish'd: Then came wand'ring by
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you! I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these thingsThat now give evidence against my soul,For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me!O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone:
O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!
Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
THE CARES OF GREATNESS.
Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour for an inward toil;
And, for unfelt imaginations,
They often feel a world of restless cares:
A MURDERER'S ACCOUNT OF CONSCIENCE.
I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit, that
mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live without it.
Aн, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
SUBMISSION TO HEAVEN OUR DUTY.
In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
THE DUCHESS OF YORK'S LAMENTATION ON THE MIS-
Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
Clean overblown, themselves, the conquerors,
THE VANITY OF TRUST IN MAN.
O MOMENTARY grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.
DESCRIPTION OF THE MURDER OF THE TWO YOUNG
THE tyrannous and bloody act is done;
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay:
Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind;
That I should wish for thee to help me curse
I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen:
Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers?
* Indexes were anciently placed at the beginning of books. + Flaring.
For one being sued to, one that humbly sues;
Having no more but thought of what thou wert,
Come, I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary:
Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
CHARACTER OF KING RICHARD BY HIS MOTHER.
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; [rious; Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and fuThy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody.
TRUE hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
A FINE EVENING.
The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the cast.
* Touchy, fretful.