But where unbruised youth, with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 2, s. 3. SMOOTH WATERS RUN DEEP. VIOLENT delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 2, s. 6. SOLITUDE ENJOYED BY CONTRAST. How use doth breed a habit in a man. any, TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, A. 5, s. 4. SORROW. THE bird is dead, That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, Than have seen this. O sweetest, fairest lily! CYMBELINE, A. 4, s. 2. SOUR BIGOTRY WORRYING CHARITY. CHANCELLOR. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold That chair stand empty: But we all are men, In our own natures frail; and capable Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty, And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chaplains, (For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions, Divers and dangerous; which are heresies, And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious. GARDINER. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those that tame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur them, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer (Out of our easiness, and childish pity To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Farewell, all physick; And what follows then ? Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, CRANMER. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, SUFFOLK. And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. more moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure, And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower, You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, More than, I fear, you are provided for. CRAN. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you, You are always my good friend; if your will pass, I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, 'Tis my undoing: Love and meekness, lord, covers, To men that understand you, words and weakness. CROMWELL. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, K. HENRY VIII., A. 5, s. 2. SYMPATHY OF THE AFFECTIONS. DUKE. Thou dost speak masterly: My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves; Hath it not, boy? VIOLA. A little, by your favour. DUKE. What kind of woman is't? VIO. Of your complexion. She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. DUKE. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, VIO. Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: so; To die, even when they to perfection grow! TWELFTH NIGHT, A. 2, s. 4. SPIRITS SYMPATHIZE WITH PROSPERO. HUMANITY. Say, my spirit, Confin'd together How fares the king and his ? ARIEL. In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge, till your release. The king, |