Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out DUKE. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ? LORD. O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makʼst a testament To that which had too much." Then, being alone, And never stays to greet him: "Ay," quoth Jaques, "Sweep on you fat and greasy citizens; 'Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?" Gratitude in an Old Servant. I have five hundred crowns, under your father, The thrifty hire I saved my L foster-nurce, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, : Take that and He that doth the ravens feed, Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; All this I give you: Let me be your servant : A Lover described. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily; If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved: Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Or if thou hast not broke from company Jaques' description of a Fool. A fool, a fool!————I met a fool i̇' the forest, A motley fool;-a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. "Good-morrow, fool," quoth I; "No, sir," quoth he, “ Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune :” And then he drew a dial from his poke; And looking on it with lack lustre eye, Says, very wisely, "It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see," quoth he, "how the world wags; 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven; A Fool's Liberty of Speech. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on him I please: for so fools have: They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob; † if not, A gentle Petition. But whate'er you are, That in this desert inaccessible, jester. Alluding to the parti-coloured garment worn by the ancient + Bob-hit, blow. Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church : The Seven Ages of Man. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; In fair round belly, with good capon lined, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion : Ingratitude. A Song. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot : As friend remember'd not. Heigh, ho! sing heigh ho! etc. ACT III. A Shepherd's Philosophy. I know the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends :-That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep and that a great cause of the night is That he, that hath learned no wit by lack of the sun; : |