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A gallant curtle-ax* upon my thigh,
SOLITUDE PREFERRED TO A COURT LIFE, AND THE
ADVANTAGES OF ADVERSITY. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
REFLECTIONS ON THE WOUNDED STAG. Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools Being native burghers of this desert city, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads 1, Have their round haunches gord.
# Barbed arrows.
Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish: and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke S.
But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle?
1 Lord. ( yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor deer, quoth he,
thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : Then, being alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; T'is right, quoth he; this misery doth part The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, 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.
But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Which I did store, to be my foster nurse, When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And anregarded age in corners thrown;
DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER.
DESCRIPTION OF A FOOL, AND HIS MORALIZING ON TIME.
Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, sir, quoth he,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
Duke S. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a courtier ; And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage,—he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms.
A FOOL'S LIBERTY OF SPEECH.
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please; for fools have: And they that are most galled with my folly, They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? The why is plain as way to parish church: He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
APOLOGY FOR SATIRE.
Why, who cries ont on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, Till that the very very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, When that I say, The city-woman bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? Who can come in, and say that I mean her, When such a one as she, such is her neighbour? Or what is he of basest function,
* The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat.
That says, his bravery* is not on my cost,
A TENDER PETITION.
But whate'er you are,
INGRATITUDE. A SONG.
As man's ingratitude ;
Although thy breath be rude.
Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
As benefits forgot:
As friend remember'd I not.
Finery. + Unnatural. + Remembering.