SHADOW AND SUBSTANCE to SHAKSPERE

SHADOW AND SUBSTANCE.—We lose what is certain, while we are seeking what is uncertain.

Riley’s Plautus.—The Pseudolus, Act II. Scene 3.

The dog and the shadow.

Æsop’s Fables.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceiv’d, my substance is not here.

Shakespeare.—King Henry VI. Part I. Act II. Scene 3. (Talbot to the Countess.)

Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues;
Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

Shakespeare.—Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II. Scene 2. (Ford to Falstaff.)

If once, the shadow to pursue,
We let the substance out of view.

Churchill.—The Ghost, Book III.

Grasping at shadows, let the substance slip.

Dedication to Churchill’s Sermons; Churchill’s Farewell.

SHAFT.—In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight,
The self- same way, with more advised watch
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both
I oft found both.

Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act I. Scene 1. (Bassanio to Antonio.)

O! many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word, at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that’s broken!

Scott.—Lord of the Isles, Canto V. Verse 18.

’Tis a word that’s quickly spoken.
Which being restrain’d, a heart is broken.

Beaumont And Fletcher.—The Spanish Curate, Act II. Scene 5.

SHAKE.—Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.

Shakespeare.—Macbeth, Act III. Scene 4. (Macbeth to the Ghost of Banquo which has taken his place at the Banquet.)

SHAKSPERE.—He was not of an age, but for all time!
Sweet swan of Avon!

Ben Jonson.—Underwoods. To the Memory of Shakespeare.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honour’d bones,
The labour of an age in piled stones?

Milton.—On Shakespeare, 1630.

Each change of many-colour’d life he drew,
Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new:
Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign,
And panting Time toil’d after him in vain.

Dr. Johnson.—Prologue 1747, Line 3, at the opening of Drury Lane.

And he, the man whom Nature’s self had made
To mock herself, and Truth to imitate.


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