Heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates, To entertain my vows of thanks and praise ! Second Part of King Henry VI., Act iv. Sc. 9, l. 13. God's goodness hath been great to thee; Second Part of King Henry VI., Act ii. Sc. 1, 1. 85. PRAYER OF HENRY V. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; Since that my penitence comes after all, Imploring pardon. King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 1, 1. 306. We have now no thought in us but France, Save those to God, that run before our business. King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 2, l. 302. My ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. The Tempest, EPILOGUE, 1. 15. Gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Romeo and Juliet, Act iv. Sc. 3, l. 1. It is religion that doth make vows kept. King John, Act iii. Sc. 1, 1. 279. Despairing Sorrow. The mightiest and the wisest in their minds But when God's will shall send the scourge on one All his fine phrases vanish utterly. SOPHOCLES, Fragments, 1. 14. LEONATO and ANTONIO. Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief Against yourself. Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bring me a father that so loved his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak of patience; Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine DESPAIRING SORROW. And let it answer every strain for strain, Bid sorrow wag, cry 'hem!' when he should groan, And I of him will gather patience. But there is no such man: for, brother, men To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel : My griefs cry louder than advertisement. Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. For there was never yet philosopher 149 Much Ado about Nothing, Act v. Sc. 1, l. 1. Constance [mother of Arthur, after hearing of a peace on terms which would destroy all hope of her son's securing the crown]. Gone to be married? Gone to swear a peace? Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again : Oppress'd with wrongs and therefore full of fears, A woman, naturally born to fears; And though thou now confess thou didst but jest, |