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Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
Lord Say's Apology for himself.
Justice with favour have I always done ; Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never. When have I aught exacted at your hands, Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you 1? Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, Because my book preferr'd me to the king: And-seeing ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits, You cannot but forbear to murder me.
KING HENRY VI.-PART III.
The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth continues the history of that monarch and Queen Margaret from the battle of St. Albans. It records the battles of Wakefield, Towton, Barnet, and Tewksbury, and concludes with the murder of King Henry the Sixth in the Tower by the Duke of Glo'ster, afterwards Richard the Third, and the occupation of the throne by Edward the Fourth.
The Transports of a Crown.
Do but think,
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ;
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
A Hungry Lion described.
So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
The Duke of York on the gallant Behaviour of his
My sons-God knows what hath bechanced them :
And thrice cried,-"Courage, father! fight it out!"
In blood of those that had encounter'd him:
A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!"
With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!
A Father's Passion on the Murder of a Favourite Child.
* That is, we boggled, made bad or bungling work of our attempt to rally.
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
That face of his the hungry cannibals
Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with
But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
O, ten times more,-than tigers of Hyrcania.
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
The Duke of York in Battle.
Methought he bore him* in the thickest troop, lion in a herd of neat ;+
Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs;
See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! ‡ How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
* Demeaned himself.
+ Cattle, cows, oxen, etc. Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the sun, when she dismisses him to his diurnal course.
The Morning's Dawn.
This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light; What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
The Blessings of a Shepherd's Life.
O, God! methinks it were a happy life,
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
hours must I
So many years ere I shall shear the fleece;
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
When care, mistrust, and treason, wait on him.
Fickleness of the Populace.
Look, as I blow this feather from
A Simile on ambitious Thoughts.
Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty; Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way.
Gloster on his Deformity.
Why, love foreswore me,
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,