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(!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been

love's whip; A very

beadle to a humourous sigh: A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of solded arm, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malecontents, Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great general of trotting paritorst-O my little heart!-And I to be a corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wise! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a repairing; ever out of frame; And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right)



Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye

('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;

Thy grace being gain’d, cures all disgrace in mo.
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is:
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,
Exhal’st this vapour vow; in thee it is:
* Hooded, veiled.

† Petticoats. # The officers of the spiritual courts wh scrvo citas tions.

If broken then, it is no fault of mine; If by me broke, what fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise?


On a day, (alack the day!)
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alack, my hand is sworn,
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
Do not call it sin in me,
That I am forsworn for thee:
Thou for whom even Jove would swear,
Juno but an Ethiop were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.


But lore, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swist as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd; Love's feeling is more sost, and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste. For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?

Subtle as sphinx, as sweet and musical,
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmory.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs;
0, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
And plant in tyrant's mild humility.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
They sparkle still ihe right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academies,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world;
Else, nonc at all in aught proves excellent.



Your task shall be With all the fierce* endeavour of your wit, To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Biron. To more wild laughter in the throat of

death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot more a soul in agony.

Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spiri: Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue or him that makes it.

Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckov-buds of yellow hue,

Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,


* Vehement

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

Winter. When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel* the pot

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw
And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabst hiss in the bowl,
Then nghily sings ibe staring owl,

To-whit, to-who, a merry noie,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


ACT I. VIRTUE GIVEN TO BE EXERTED. HEAVEN doth with us, as we with torclıcs do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues * Cool.

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Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touchu
But to fine issues:* nor nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thristy goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.

As surseit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint: Our natures do pursue,
(Like rats that ravint down their proper bane,)
À thirsty evil; and when we drink, we die.

In her youth
There is a prones and speechless dialect,
Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperou: art
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade.

For we bij this be done,
When evil deeds have their permissive pass,
And not the punishment.

Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard || with envy; scarce consesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetite
Is more to bread than stone; Hence shall we see
Il power change purpose, what our seemers be.

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we ost might win,
By fearing to attempt.
* For high purposes.

+ Interest. † Voraciously devour

& Prompt 1 On his defence

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