Act. V. Sc iii.
O Thou, whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye; '
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! , ,
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise Thee in the victory !
To Thee I do commend my watchful soul, :
Ere-Ilet fall the windows of mine eyes :
Sleeping arid waking, G, defend me still! 39
MACBETH , Act. III. Sc. II.
Naught's had, all's spent.
Where our desire is got without content :
T is safer to be that which we destory
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. (1)
MEASURE FOR MEASURE Act. II. Sc. IV
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good
But graciously to know I am no better. (2) 40
