NURSE: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world--why he's a man of wax! (Romeo & Juliet Act I, sc. iii)
A Dial's Point OR, alternatively, A Strange Brooch
Richard: For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar Their watches onto mine eyes, the outward watch Whereto my finger, like a dial's point Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times and hours; but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. This music mads me: let it sound no more; For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love, and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world. (Richard II, Act V, sc. i)
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NURSE: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world--why he's a man of wax! (Romeo & Juliet Act I, sc. iii)
A Dial's Point OR, alternatively, A Strange Brooch
Richard: For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
Their watches onto mine eyes, the outward watch
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times and hours; but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
This music mads me: let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
(Richard II, Act V, sc. i)