Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprizes of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. HAMLET, A. 3, s. 1. THE SOUL LIVES BEYOND THE GRAVE. BLOOD hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, And there an end: but now, they rise again, Than such a murder is. MACBETH, A. 3, s. 4. THE SOUL'S PALACE IN PERIL. HE cannot long hold out these pangs; The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. K. HENRY 1V., PART II., A. 4, s. 4. THE SOUL OF NOBILITY. No, by my soul; I never in my life, Unless a brother should a brother dare England did never owe so sweet a hope, K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 5, 8. 2. THE SOUL OF THE STATE. THE single and peculiar life is bound, HAMLET, A. 3, s. 2. THE SOUL REQUIRES ITS PROPER LEVER WHILST HERE. MAY be, he is not well : Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not our selves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body: I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indispos'd and sickly fit For the sound man. KING LEAR, A. 2, s. 4. THE SOUL SITS HIGH WHERE AUTHORITY SUPPORTS IT. K. JOHN. Peace be to France; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own! K. PHILIP. Peace be to England; if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace! Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;— To draw my answer from thy articles? K. PHI. From that supernal Judge, that stirs good thoughts In any breast of strong authority, To look into the blots and stains of right. And, by whose help, I mean to chastise it. KING JOHN, a. 2, s. 1. THE SPIRIT IN PURGATORY. I AM thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, HAMLET, A. 1, s. 5. THE SPIRIT OF CONTRADICTION CONQUERED. PETRUCHIO. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our fathers. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! KATHARINA. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now. PET. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. KATH. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. PET. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's house HOR. Say as he says, or we shall never go. KATH. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please: |