come from her; they say, too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.-I did never think to marry :— I must not seem proud :-happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness: and virtuous;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me;-by my troth, it is no addition to her wit;-nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage :—but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Here comes Beatrice: by this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her. FAVOURITES COMPARED TO HONEYSUCKLES. Bid her steal into the pleached bower, A VILLAIN TO BE NOTED. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. COUNSEL OF NO WEIGHT IN MISERY. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; But there is no such man: for, brother, men To be so moral, when he shall endure The like himself: therefore give me no counsel, Dost thou love pictures; we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook: And Cytherea all in sedges hid; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. WOMAN'S TONGUE. Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? E THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE. For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich: What is the jay more precious than the lark, Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening, unkind brow, A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. To painful labour, both by sea and land; Appeareth. And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, What is she but a foul contending rebel, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. But that our soft conditions* and our hearts TEMPEST. CALIBAN'S CURSES. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first *Gentle tempers. |