Drath: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept: Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, To search the secret treasons of the world: The wrinkles in my brows now fill'd with blood, Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; For who liv'd king but I could dig his grave. Lo, now my glory, smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet, die we must.— H. VI. PT. III. v. 2
At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words, - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity! So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still; and, three days after this, About the hour of eight (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, -and slept in peace.— H. VIII. iv.
Of The Illustrious, By Vile Hands
Great men oft die by vile bezonians: A Roman sworder and banditti slave, Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Stabb'd Julius Cæsar; savage islanders Pompey the great: and Suffolk dies by pirates.— H. VI. PT. II. iv. I
Contempt Of
There spake my brother; there my father's grave Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die.