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I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of songs and sonnets here.


Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch?

Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide

M. W. i. 1.

T. N. ii. 3.


R. III. i. 4.

Go, count thy way with sighs;-I mine with groans.

When sorrows come, they come, not single spies,
But in battalions.

One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.

'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.

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R. II. v. 1

H. iv. 5.

P.P.i. 4.

A. C. iv. 2.

T. N. iii. 1.

O, if

Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die.
And let belief and life encounter so,
As doth the fury of two desperate men,

Which, in their very meeting, fall, and die.
How ill all's here about my heart!

you teach me to believe this sorrow,

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.
To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great,
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up; here I and sorrow sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

Cure her of that:

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart?
Impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
For gnarled sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.
Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.

K. J. iii. 1.

H. v. 2.

K. J. iii. 1.

M. v. 3.

H.VI. PT. III. iii. 3.

R. II. i. 3. R. II. i. 2.


All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrrow,
Proportion'd to our cause must be as great,
As that which makes it.

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A. C. iv. 13.

W. T. iii. 3.

This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in.

Down, thou climbing sorrow, thy element's below.

But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
This sorrow's heavenly,

It strikes where it doth love.

And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Her delicate cheek; it seem'd, she was a queen
Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o'er her.

A. W. i. 3.

K. L. ii. 4.

T. C. i. 1.

0. v. 2.

K. L. iv. 3.

Her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.


My grief

Stretches itself beyond the hour of death;

A. W. iv. 3.

The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,
In forms imaginary, the unguided days,

And rotten times that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

H. IV. PT. H. iv. 5.

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These miseries are more than may be borne !

To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal,

But sorrow flouted at his double death. Tit. And. iii. 1.


The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.

A. C. i. 2.


Though that be sick it dies not.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2.

SOUL, continued.

Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is his own.

H. V. iv. 1.
Mount, mount, my soul, thy seat is up on high. R. II. v. 5.
Were souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our sprightly sport, make the ghosts gaze.

Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
The clogging burden of a guilty soul.
Swift-wing'd souls.


A. C. iv. 12.

R. II. i. 3.

R. III. ii. 3.

How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him but I am heart-burned an hour after.

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M. A. ii. 1.

H. IV. PT. II. iii. 4.

You might have truss'd him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court; and now has he land and bees.


H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2.

Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
His speech sticks in my heart.

I would be loath to cast away my speech;
that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken
to con it.

'Tis well said again;

And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.

Spoke like a spriteful noble gentleman.


And when he speaks

C. i. 1. A. C. i. 5.

for, besides great pains

T. N. i. 5.

H.VIII. iii. 2.

K. J. iv. 2.

'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd,
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt,
Would seem hyperboles.


T.C. i. 3.

K. J. v.7.

R. II. ii. 3.

O, I am scalded with my violent motion And spleen of speed to see your majesty. Bloody with spurring; fiery red with haste. SPIRITS (See also APPARITIONS, GHOSTS, ELVES, FAIRIES). Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. 0. iv. 2.

Forth at your eyes, your spirits wildly peep.
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds.
The spirit of the time shall teach me speed.

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Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.

ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd

Out of the powerful regions under earth,
Help me this once.

H. iii. 4.

R. J. iii. 1.

K. J. iii. 4.

M. iv. 1.

H.VI. PT. I. v. 3.

Glendower.-I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hotspur.-Why, so can I; or so can any man:
But will they come when you do call for them?

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart.

Infected be the air whereon they ride,
And damn'd all those that trust them.


Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.


H. IV. PT. I. iii. 1.

M. iv. 1.

M. iv. 1.

T. i. 2.

'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations.


Out, you
mad-headed ape 1
A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
As you are toss'd with.

With the spleen of all the under fiends.

T.C. ii. 3.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.
C. iv. 1.

As gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1,
It stuck upon him, as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven.


Sport royal, I warrant you.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 3.

T. N. ii. 3.

Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

T.N. ii. 5.

Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience."

L. L. iv. 2.


That sport best pleases, that doth least know how:
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
Die in the zeal of them which it presents,
Their form confounded makes most form in mirth ;
When great things labouring perish in their birth.

L. L. v. 2.

It is admirable pleasures and fery honest knaveries.

M. W. iv. 4.

There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown;
To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own:
So shall we stay, mocking intended game,

And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.

L. L. v. 2.

I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance the hay. L. L. v. 1.


Thus men may grow wiser every day! it is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

SPOT (See also BLOT, STAIN).

With a spot I damn him.


When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo. O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks.
The cuckoo then, &c.

When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads.


O Proserpina,

For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils

That come before the swallow dares, and take

The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,

A. Y. i. 2.

J.C. iv. 1.

L. L. v. 2.

R. J. i. 2

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