Shakespeariana: OR Select Moral Reflections, Topicks, Similies, and Defcriptions from SHAKESPEAR. M Confinement for Love. Y Father's lofs, the Weakness which I feel, The Wrack of all my Friends, and this (Man's Threats, To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me, Might I but through my Prison once a Day Behold this Maid: All Corners elfe o'th' Earth Let Liberty make ufe of; Space enough Have I, in fuch a Prison. Ferd. in the Tempest. Defcription of Swimming in a Storm. I faw him beat the Surges under him, The The Surge most swollen that met him: His bold Head 'Bove the contentious Waves he kept, and oared Himfelf with his good Arms in luftry Strokes To th' Shore; that o'er his wave-born Bafis bow'd Humane Nature. These are Actors, Sebaftian. Ibid. As I foretold you, were all Spirits, and Against flighted Love. Profp. Ibid. To be in Love, where Scorn is bought with Groans, Coy Looks, with Heart-fore fighs; one fading Moment's With twenty watchful, weary tedious Nights, [Mirth, If haply won, perhaps an hapless Gain: If loft, why then a grievous Labour won; Valent, two Gent. of Verona. Woman's diffembled Love. Fie, fie; how wayward is this foolish Love, That like a Tefty Babe will fcratch the Nurse, And prefently, all humbled, kifs the Rod? How churlifhly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here? When inward Joy enforc'd my Heart to fmile? Ful. Ib. of Of Love. Oh, how this Spring of Love resembleth Which now fhews all the Beauty of the Sun, Contempt of Love punish'd. Proth. Ib. I have done Penance for contemning Love, Whofe high imperious Thoughts have punish'd me With bitter Fafts, with penitential Groans, With nightly Tears and daily heart-fore Sighs; For in revenge of my Contempt of Love, Love hath chac'd Sleep from my enthralled Eyes, And made them Watchers of mine own Heart's Sorrow: O gentle Protheus! Love's a mighty Lord, And hath fo humbled me, as I confefs There is no Woe to his Correction; Nor to his Service, no such Joy on Earth. Oppofition enrages. Valent. Ib. The Current, that with gentle Murmur glides, He makes fweet Mufic with th' enamel'd Stones, He overtaketh in his Pilgrimage: And fo by many winding Nooks he strays, Gifts win Women. Fulla. Ibid. Win her with Gifts, if the refpects not Words; Dumb Jewels often in their filent kind, More than quick Words, do move a Woman's Mind. Val. Ibid. Banish Banishment of a Lover is Death. And why not Death, rather than living Torment? To die, is to be banish'd from myself, And Silvia is myself; banish'd from her Is felf from felf: A deadly Banishment! What Light is Light, if Silvia be not feen? What Joy is Joy, it Silvia be not by ? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the Shadow of Perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the Night, There is no Mufic in the Nightingale : Unless I look on Silvia in the Day, There is no Day for me to look upon : She is my Effence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair Influence Fofter'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. Hope Val. Ibid. Hope is a Lover's Staff, walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing Thoughts. Virtue must be feen. Proth. Ib. Heav'n doth with us, as we with Torches do, As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, The smalleft Scruple of her Excellence, But like a thrifty Goddefs, fhe determines Both Thanks and Ufe. Duke. Measure for Measure. Mercy. Mercy. May call it back again: Well, believe this, As Mercy does. The Vanity of Power in Men. Could great Men thunder, Ifab. Ibid. As Fove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet; Would ufe his Heav'n for Thunder; Nothing but Thunder. Merciful Heav'n! Than the foft Myrtle: O but Man! proud Man! Moft ignorant of what he's moft affur'd, His glaffie Effence, like an angry Ape, Plays fuch fantaftic Tricks before high Heav'n, Ifab. Ibid The Privilege of Greatness and Power. We cannot weigh our Brother with our felf; Great Men may jeft with Saints; 'tis Wit in them, Ifab. Ibid. On the fame. Which in the Soldier is flat Blafphemy. That in the Captain's but a cholerick Word, Ifab. Ibid. Authority. |