Call unto his funeral dole The Ant, the Field-mouse, and the Mole, To raise him hillocks that shall keep him warm, Folded Thoughts. Come, come, my Lord, unite your folded thoughts, And let them dangle loose as a bride's hair. Your sister's poison'd. Dying Princes. To see what solitariness is about dying Princes! As heretofore they have unpeopled towns, divorced friends, and made great houses unhospitable! so now, O justice! where are their flatterers now ? flatterers are but the shadows of princes' bodies, the least thick cloud makes them invisible. Natural Death. O thou soft natural death! that art joint twin Vow of Murder rebuked. Miserable creature, If thou persist in this 'tis damnable. Dost thou imagine thou canst slide on blood, Or like the black and melancholio yew-tree, ⚫ I never saw anything like this Dirge, except the Ditty which reminds Ferdinand of his drowned father in the Tempest. As that is of the water, watery; so this is of the earth, earthy. Both have that intenseness of feeling, which seems to resolve itself into the elements which it contemplates. Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice candied o'er; despair, with gall and stibium, Yet we carouse it off. END OF PART 1. |