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No more do yours; your virtues,gentle maf-| Wholaid him down, and bask'd him in the sun Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. (ter, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good termsOh! what a world is this, when what is come- In good set terms—and yet a motley fool. Envenoms him that bears it!

[ly Good-morrow,fool,'quoth 1 : 'No Sir,'quoth Refolued Honey.


(forture Orlando. What, wouldit thou have me go 'Call me not fool, till Heaven hath sent mo and beg my food ?

And then he drew a dial from his poke, Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce And, looking on it with lack-luftre eye, A thievith living c:) the common road? Says, very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: [wags: This I must do, or know not what to do- 'Thús may we see,'quoth he, ‘how the world Yet this I will not do, do how I can; "'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; I rather will subject me to the malice "And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. "And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, Gratitude in an old Servant.

'And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, Adam. But do not so; I have five hundred And thereby hangsa tale.' When I did bear crowns,

The motly fool thus moral on the time, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, My lungs began to crow like chanticker

, Which I did store, to be my foster nurse That fools should be so deep contemplative: When service should in myold limbs lie lame, And I did laugh, fans intermission, And unregarded age in corners thrown. An hour by his dial. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Duke. What fool is this?

[a courtier, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;

Faques. O worthy fool! one that hath beca

And says, if ladies be but young and fair, All this I give you let me be your servant: Theyhave the gift to know it: and in his brain, Tho'l look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit For in my youth I never did apply After a voyage, he hath strange places Hot ard rebellious liquors in my blood;

cramma Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo With observation, the which he vents The means of weakness and debility : In mangled forms. Ob that I were a fool! Thefore my age is as a lusty winter, I am ambitious for a motley coat! Frosty but kindly. Let me go with you, I'll do the service of a younger man,

A Fool's Liberig of Speech.

Duke. Thou shalt have one. In all your business and necessities. (appears Orlando. Oh! good old man, how well in the Provided that you weed your better judg.

Jaques. It is my only suit: The constant service of the antique world, When servants sweat for duty,not for meed! That I am wise. I'must have liberty

Of all opinion, that grows rank in them, Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion;

Withal; as large a charter as the wind, And, having that, do choak their service up, And they that are molt galled with my folbi

To blow on whom I please; for fo fools hare

: Even with the having. It is not so with thee—They most mult laugh. Andwhy, Sir, multiker But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, The why is plain as wayto parish-church :lo? That cannot so much as a blollom yield, He, whom a fool doth very wisely hit, In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. But come thy ways, we'll go along together, Not to feem fenfelels of the bob. If not,

Doth very foolithly, although he fmart, And ere we have ihy youthful wages Ipent, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, Invest me insnymotley;give me lease[throued To the last gasp, with truth and loyaltyFrom seventeen years till now almost fourscore Cleanse the foul body of th'infected world,

To speak my mind, and I will through and Here lived I, but now live here no more.

If they will patiently receive my medicine. At seventeen years many their fortune seek, But at fourscore it is too late a week ;

Duke. Fie on thee-l can tell what thos

would't do. Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well, and not my master's debtor,

Jaques. What, for a counter, would I do

Duke. Most mischicvous foul fin in chiding Lover described. Oh thou did then ne'er love so heartily. As sensual as the brutill sting itself:

For thou thyself haft been a libertine, (his If ihou remember'It not the lightest folly And all th'imbolled fores and headed evils, That ever love did make thee run into That thou with licence of freefoot hut caught, Thou hast not lov'd Or if thou hast not sate as I do now,

Wouldlt thou disgorge into the general world.

An Apology for Satir, Wearying thy hearer in thy inifress' praise, Jaques. Why, who cries out on pride, Thou halt not lov'da Or if thou haft not broke from company

That can therein tax any private party!

Doth it not flow as hugely as the Ica, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Till that the very means do ebb? Thou hast not lovid

What woman in ihe city do I name, Defcription of a Fool, and his Morals on the Time. When that I say, the city woman bears

Juques. As I do live by food, I met a fool; | The cost of princes on unworthy houlders?

[but good

Who can come in and say that I mean her, Seeking the bubble reputation (justice, When such a one as she, such is her neighbour Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Or what is he of baselt function,

In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, That fays, his bravery is not on my cost; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, (Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits Full of wife saws and modern instances, His foliy to the metalof my speech? (wherein And so he plays his part. The fixth age shifts There i hen, how then? What then ? let me fee Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, My tongue hath wrong'd him. If it do him with spectacles on’s nose and pouch on's side; right,

Hisyouthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide Then he hath wrong'd himself. If he be free, For his shrunk thanks; and his big manlyvoice, Why, then, my taxing, like a wild goose, Alies Turning again towards childish treble, pipes Unclaim'd of any man.

And whilles in his sound. Last scene of all, Difres prevents Ceremony. That ends this strange eventful history,

The thorny point Is second childishness, and mere oblivion, Of bare distress hath ta’en from me the show Sans teeth,fanseyes, sans taste, sans everything. Offmooth civility:

Ingratitude. A Song.
A tender Petition and Reply.

Blow, blow, thou winter-wind,
Orlando. Speak you fo gently ? Pardon me, 1 Thou art not so unkind
pray you:

As man's ingratitude : I thought that all things had been savage here; Thy tooth is not so keen, And therefore put I on the countenance

Because thou art not seen, Offerncommandment. But whate'er you are,

Although thy breath be rude. That in this desert inaccessible,

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Thou dost not bite so nigh Lore and neglect the creeping hours of time;

As benefits forgot: If ever you have look'd on better days;

Tho' thou the waiers warp, If ever been where bells have knoll’d to

Thy Iting is not so sharp
If ever fat at any good man's featt; (church;

As friend remember'd not.
Ifever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied

Scornful Love.

Sylvius. Let gentleness my strong enforcement be;

The cominon executioner, In the which hope I bluih,and hide my sword. Whose heart th’accustom'd light of death Duke. True it is thatwe have seen better days,

makes hard, And have with holy bell been knollid to Falls not the axe upon the humble neck, church,

But first begs pardon: will you fterner be And sat at good men's feasts; andwip'dourcyes Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd;

Phæbe. I would not be thy executioner : And therefore fit you down in gentleness,

I Hy thee, for I would not injure thee. And take upon command what help we have, Thou tell'It me there is murder in mine eye; That toyourwanting may be minister'd.[while, 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, [things,

Orlando. Then but for bear your food a little That eyes, that are the frail'lt and softeit Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,

Who thut their coward gates on atomies, And give it food. There is an old poor man, Now I do frown on thee with all my heart ;

Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! Who after me hath many a weary step Limp'd in pure love; till he be first fuffic'd, And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them Oppress’dwith twoweak evils, age and hunger, Now counterfeit to swoon; why, now fali

[down; I will not touch a bit! The World compared to a Stage.

Or, if thou canst not,0,for shame, for shame, Thou seeft we are not all alone unhappy– Now thew the wound mine eye

hath made in

Lie not,to say mine eyes are murderers. [thee.
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woesul pageants than the scene Scratch thee but with a pin,and there remains
Wherein we play.

Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,
Jaques. All the world's a stage,

The cicatrice and capable impressure (eyes, And all the men and women merely players; Thy palm some moment keeps : but now mine

Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays

many parts,

Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, That can do hurt to any.


O dear Phæbe, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:

[fancy, And then the whining school-boy, with his If ever (as that ever may be near) satchel

You meet in some fresh cheek the power of And thining norning face, creeping like snail Then shall you know the wounds invifible Une illingly to school. And then the lover; That Love's keen arrows make. Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Scorn retoried. Made to his mistress's eye-brow. Then the

Od's niy.little life! soldier,

I think she means to rangle mine eyes too. Full of strange oaths,and bearded likethepard, No, 'raith, froud millrisi lope not after it. Jealousin honour,sudden and quick in quarrel, Tis not your inky brows, your black filk hair,


Your bugle eye-balls,nor your cheek of cream, And with indented glides did flip away
That can entame my fpirits to your worthip. Into a buh; under which bush's Made
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, [watch

Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like Like foggy foutlı, puffing with wind and rain? When that the neeping man fhould stir; for You are a thousand times a properer man The royal disposition of that beast ['tis Than the a woman: 'Tis such fools as you To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. That make the world full of ill-favour'd

Conuerfion. children.

I do not thame 'Tis not her glass, but you that flatters her ; To tell you what I was, since my converbon And out of you the lees herself more proper So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Than any of her lineaments can fhew her. But, mistress, know yourself; down on your

Love, knees

Phæbe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's

'tis to love.

stcars; For I must tell you friendly in your ear, [love:

Sylvius. It is to be all made of sighs and Sell when you can,you are not for all inarkets. It is to be all made of faith and service; Cry the man mercy,love him,take his offer ;

It is to be all made of fantasie, Fou! is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. All made of passion, and all made of wishes: Tender Love.

All adoration, duty, and observance : So holy, and so perfect is my love,

All humbleness, all patjence and impatience: And I in luch a poverty of grace,

All purity, all trial, all observance. That I shall think it a most plenteous crop. The Uncertainty of Opinion in Anxiety. [boy To glean the broken ears after the man [then Duke. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the That the main harvelt reaps: loose now and Can do all this that he hath promised? A scatter'd smile, and that l'll live upon. Orlando. I sometimes do believe, and someReal Love diffembled.

times do not ;

(fear. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; As those that fear, they hope, and know they 'Tis but a peevish boy ;-yet he talks well. But what care l for words? Yet words dowell,

Song. On Matrimony.

Wedding is great Juno's crown; When he that speaks thein pieates those that

O bleiled bond of board and bed! It is a pretty youth;-notvery pretty;- [hear.

'Tis Hymen peoples every town, But sure he's proud; and yet his pride be

High wedlock then be honoured: comes him:

[him He'll make a proper man; the best thing in

Honour, high honour and renown,
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue

To Hymen, god of every town!
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
He is not verytall; yet for his years he'stall;


SAAKSPEARE His leg is but so só ; and yet'tis well: There was a pretty redness in his lip,

Child-bearing prettily expreffed. A little riper and more lusty red

Herself almost at fainting under Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just The pleasing punishment that women bear. the difference.

Cheats well described. Betwixt the conttant red and mingled damask.

They say this town is full of cozenage; There be some women, Sylvius, had they As nimble' jugglers that deceive the eye, mark'd him

Dark-workinglorcerers, that change the mind, In parcels, as I did, would have gone near To fall in love with him; but, for my part, Disguiled cheaters, prating mountebanks,

Soul-killing witches, that deform the body, I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet I have morecause to hate hini than to lovehim;

And many such-like liberties of fin! For wliar had he to do to chide at me?

Man's Pre-eminence. He said mine eyeswere black and myhairblack; There's nothing fituate under Heaven's cy:

Why head-strong liberty islashid with woe, And, now I am remember:d, scorn'd at me: I marvel why I answerd not again;

But hath its bound, in earth, in sea, in sky; But that's alione ; omittance is no quittance. Are their males" subjects, and at their con

The bcasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls

, A fine Defiription of a sleeping Man, about to be

trouls. dejiroyed by a Snake and a Lionofs. Under n oak, whose boughs were moss'd Men, more divine, the master of all these,

Lords of the wide world, and wild

watry And high top bald with dry antiquity,

indued with intellectual sense and souls, A wretched,ragged mano'ergrown with hair,

Of more pre-eminence than fish or fowls

, 1.ay a cying on his back; about his neck

Are nasters to their females, and their lords: A green and gilded snake had urithid itfelf, Then let your will attend on their accords. Whio nich her head, humble in ihreats, ap- Patience easier taught than prallifed. proachild

Parience unmoved, no marvel wrough the The opening of his mouth; but suddenly

Janie; Sveing Orlario, it unlink'd itself,

They can be ineek, that jave no other caule.


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A wretched foul, bruis'd with adversity, Against your yet ungalled reputation,
We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; That may with foul intrusion enter in,
But, were we burdened with like weight of And dwell upon your grave when you are

(plain. For tlander lives upon succession; [dead As much or more we should ourselves com. For ever hous'd where it once gets poffèffion. Defamation.

Document for Wives, and the ill Effeets af I see, the jewel belt enamelled

Jealou/y. Will lose its beauty; and tho’gold bides still,

Abbess. Hath he not loit much wealth by That others touch ; yet often touching will wreck at sea.

[eye Wear gold. And so no man that hath a name, Buried some dear friend! Hath not else his But falsehood and corruption doth it shame. Stray'd his affe&tion in unlawful love? Wife's Exhortation on a Husband's Infidelity.

A lin prevailing much in youthful men, Ay, ay, Antipholus, look ftrange and frown; whogive their eyes the liberty of gazing. Some other mistress hatti thy sweet aspects : Which of these forrows is he subject to? I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. [wouldīt vow, Adriana. To none of these, except it be The time was once when thou, unurged,

the last ? That never words were music to thine ear,

Namely, some love that drew him off from That never object pleasing in thine eye,


[ed him, That never touch wellwelcome to thine hand,

Abbess. You should for that have reprehend. That never ineat sweet favour'd in thy taste,

Adriana. Why so I did. Unless I (pake, or look'd, or touch'd, or Abbess. But not rough enough. [let me. carv'd to thee.

[comes it,

Adriana. As roughly as my modesty would How comes it now, my husband, oh, how

Abbefs. Haply in private.
That thou art then estranged from thyself? Adriana. And in assemblies too.
Thyself I call it, being itrange to me:
That, undividable, incorporate,

Abbefi. But not enough.


Adriana. It was the copy of our confer.
Am better than thy dear felf's better part. In bed, he slept not for my urging it;
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me: At board, he fed not for my urging it ;
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall

Alone, it was the subject ofiny theme;
A drop of water in the breaking gulph,
And take unmingled thence that drop again, still did I tell him it was vile and bad.

In company, I often glanced at it:
Without addition or diminishing,

Abbess. And therefore came it that the man As take from me thyself, and not me too.

was mad. How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, The venom clamours of a jealous woman Should thou but hear I were licentious; Poison more deadly than a mad-dog's tooth. And that this body consecrate to thee,

It seems his fleeps were hinder'd by thy By ruffian luft should be contaminate!

railing: Wouldst thou not spit at me, and spurnat me, And therefore comes it that his head is light, And hurl the name of husband in my face.

Thou say'st his meat was sauc'd with thy upAnd tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, Unquiet meals make ill digestions, [ braidings; And froin my false hand cut the wedding-ring, Thereof the raging fire of sever bred; And break it with a deep divorcing vow?

And what's a fever, but a fit of madness? I know thou canst; and therefore see thoudo it. Thou say'st his sports were hindered by thy I am poflelt with an adulterate blot,

brawls: My blood is mingled with the crime of luft, sweet recreation barr’d, what doth ensue For if we two be one, and thou play false,

But moody and dull melancholy, I do digest the poison of thy fel,

Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair? Being trumpeted by thy contagion.

And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop A Rfpea to Decency and the Opinion of the l'orld, Of pale distemperatures and foes to life. en excellent Bulwark to our Virtues,

Ill Dreds and ill Words, double Wrong. Have patience, Sir; o, let it not be so; 'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed, Herein you war against your reputation, And let her read it in your looks“nt board; And draw within the compass of suspect Shame hath a baftard fane well managed; Th'inviolated honour of your wife,

Ill decds are doubled with an evil word. Once this - Your long experience of her wis. Pallionate Lover's Address to his Miftris. Her sober virtues, years, and modesty, [dom, Sing, Syren, for thyself, and I will dote; Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; Spread o'er the silver waves thygolden hairs: And doubt not, Sir, but she will well excuse And as a bed l'll take them, and there lie; Why at this time the doors are made against And in that glorious supposition think (diel Berul'd by me ; depart in patience, (you. He gains bydeath, that hath such means to And let us to tlie Tiger all to dinner ; Defcription of a beggarly Conjurer, or a FortuneAnd, about evening, come yourself alone,

Teller, To know the reason of this strange restraint.

A hungry, lean-fac'd villain, Invitrong hand you offer to break in, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, Now in the firring page of the day, A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune teller, Avulsar comment will be made of it ; A needy, hollow-ey'd, Sharp-looking wretch, And that fuppoled by the common rout A living dead-man: this poinicious flave,


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Old Age.

Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer; While it doth study to have what it would,
And gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulse,
And with no face as 't were outfacing me,

It doth forget to do the things it should:

And when it hath the thing it hunteth mofi, Cries out, I was posseli.

'Tis won, as towns with fire ; so won, fo loft.

Frojt. Not know my voice ! O time's extremity,

An envious (neaping frost, Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor" That bites the first-born infants of the spring. tongue,


Folly and Denger of making Powi. In seven short years, that here my only son

Necessity will make us all forsworn (space: Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?

Three thousand times within these three years Though now this grained face of mine be hid For every man with his affects is born, In fap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,

Not by might master'd, but by special grace: And all the conduits of my blood froze up: f I break faith, this word thall speak for me, Yet hath my night of life some memory;

I am forsworn on mere necellity. My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left;

A conceited Courtier, or Man of Complizzats. My dull deaf ears a little use to hear : Our court, you know, is haunted All these old witnesses,-) cannot err, -

With a refined traveller of Spain; Tell me, thou art my fon, Antipholus. .

A man in all the world's new fashionplanted,

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain: § 4. LOVE's LABOUR LOST. One whom the music of his own vain tongue


Noth ravish, like enchanting harnopy : A laudable Ambition for Fame and true Conquer A man of compliments, whom right and strong described.

Have chose as umpire of their muriny. King. Let Fane, that all hunt after in their This child of fancy, that Armado hight, lives,

For interim to our studies, thall relate Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

In high-born words the worthof manyaknight, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; How you delight, my lords, I know act, li

From tawny Spain, loftin the word'sdebate

. When, spite of cormorant devouring time, Th’endeavour of this present breath may buy But, protest, I love to hear him lie, That honour which shall bate his scythe's And I will use him for my minitrelly. keen edge,

Biron. Armado is a moit illustrious wight, And make us heirs of alleternity.

A manoffire-new words, fashion's own knight, Therefore, brave conquerors ! for so you are

Beauty. That war against your own affections,

My beauty though but mean,
And the huge army of the world's delires;-

Needs not the
painted Aourish of your praile

: Our late edict shall strongly stand in force.

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Navarre shall be the wonder of the world:

Nor uttered by base sale of chapmen's tonguesa Our court shall be a little academe.

A Wit. Still and contemplative in living art.

In Normandy saw I this Longaville: Longaville. I am resolv'd; , 'tis but a three

A man of lovereign parts he is esteem'd; years' fast;

Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arins: The mind fall banquetthough the bodypine. Nothing becomes him ill, that he would imelli Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but banker out the wits. (If virtue's glofs will stain with any soil)

Dumain. My loving Lord, Dumain is mortii. Isa sharp wii match'd with too blunt a will The grosser manner of the world's delights[ed; Whose edge hath pow'r to cut, whose will He throws upon the gross world's bafer flaves-

still wills To love, to wealth, to pomp, 1 pine and die: It should none spare that come within his With all these living in philosophy.

Pri. Some merrymocking lord, belike; is'tfo! Vanity of Pleasures.

Mar. They say so mort, that most his liu. Why, all delights are vain: but that most

mours know. vain,


Pri. Such Mort-liv'd wits do wither as they Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit

A merry Man.
On Study:

A merrier man,
Stu ly is like the heaven's glorious sun, [looks; Within the limit of becoming mirth,

That will not be deep search'd with faucy I never spent an hour 's talk withal,
Small have continual plodders ever won His eye begets occasion for his wit;

Save base authority from others books: For every object that the one doth catch
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, The other turns to a mirth-moving jelt;
That give a name to every fixed star,

Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Have no more profit of their sining nights,

Delivers in such apt and gracious words, Than those that walk, and wof not what That aged ears play truant at his tales,

they are. Too much to know, is to know nought hul So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

[fame, And younger hearings are quite ravilhed; And every godfather can give a name.

A comical Description of Cupid or Lovce

0! and I forsooth, in lovel. Bo study evermore is overshot;

I, that have been love's whip;


A very

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