aweary

It is all picturesque enough; but the fact is, we are aweary.

I am aweary of my days and I fain would learn the future.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world.

I am aweary, give me leave awhile.

I am aweary, and would rest.

I am aweary of this moon.

He was aweary, he said, and indeed he looked it; but he would not alight.

Y'are shallow, madam-in great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of.

I am aweary of these borrowed letters, --Borrowed love-makings!

He was aweary of the business of his kingdom, and wished only to end his days quietly near his three daughters.

Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

"I was both aweary and sleepy and also as poor as a howlet, and all that the wicked witch knew.

Like the heroine of his sister Maud's favourite poem he was "aweary, aweary," and he wanted a drink.

I am aweary of awaiting thine arrival, for indeed long hath been thine absence from the lover which longeth for thee."

Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee.

It spake again: "Naught answereth, yet meseemeth I know surely that a man is anigh; and I am aweary of the waste, and long for fellowship."

He looked up, searched the merry faces about him in a dreamy way, then sighed and said: "I am aweary, good strangers, I pray you lead me to her grave."

I am aweary of their worship and their terror; sometimes when they vex me I could blast them for very sport, and to see the rest turn white, even to the heart."

Portia's first words include "my little body is aweary of this great world," a complaint that echoes Antonio's in Scene I. Like Antonio, Portia seems to have more than her share of blessings.

My heart is cold; I tremble at the news; There's bags of gold, if thou wilt me excuse, And seize on them, and finish thou the strife Of those that are aweary of their life.

Not an eye But is aweary of thy common sight, Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; Which now doth that I would not have it do- Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

Now were the fickle monks tempted of the Fiend, and they wrought with their abbot un- ceasingly by beggings and beseechings that he would construct a bath; and when he was become aweary and might not resist more, he said have ye your will, then, and granted that they asked.