The cuckoo then, on every tree, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And milk comes frozen home in pail, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, Measure for Measure. ACT I. VIRTUE GIVEN TO BE EXERTED. HEAVEN doth with us, as we with torches do; As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, THE CONSEQUENCE OF LIBERTY INDULGED. As surfeit is the father of much fast, ELOQUENCE AND BEAUTY. In her youth There is a prone§ and speechless dialect, Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade. PARDON THE SANCTION OF WICKEDNESS. For we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass, And not the punishment. *For high purposes. + Interest. A SEVERE GOVERNOR. Lord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guard* with envy; scarce confesses Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see, RESOLUTION. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt. THE PRAYERS OF MAIDENS EFFECTUAL. Go to lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, ACT II. ALL MEN FRAIL. LET but your honour know, Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, THE FAULTS OF OTHERS NO JUSTIFICATION OF OUR OWN. "Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny, * On his defence. † Have. + Examine. § Suited. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, MERCY FREQUENTLY MISTAKEN. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. MERCY IN GOVERNORS COMMENDED. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, THE DUTY OF MUTUAL FORGIVENESS. Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; * Pass Judgment. + Plain. + Because. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Could great men thunder, As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting*, petty officer, [der. Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thun Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, |