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Funeral Rites: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful; And, but that great command o'er-sways the order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her, Yet here she is allow'd her virgin rites, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Of bell, and burial.— H V. 1.

Let it be so, and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,— Tit. And. i. 2

Secure from worldly chances and mishaps.

Tears

Though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.— R. J. iv. 5

But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds,— H. iv. 7

Let shame say what it will. Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeas'd, That you take with unthankfulness his doing; In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent. R. III. ii.