And call upon my soul within the house; 345 If he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning," I have no judgment in an honest face. 346 4-i. 5. 37-iii. 3. To be In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, 347 2-i. 1. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, ... Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays, Then let me go, and hinder not my course: 348 O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: Or if thou hast not sat, as I do now, Or if thou hast not broke from company, 349 What shall I do to win my lord again? 2-ii. 7. 10-ii. 4. Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will,-though he do shake me off Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; But never taint my love. 350 37-iv. 2. That which I shew, Heaven knows, is merely love, Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, Care of your food and living: and, believe it, For any benefit that points to me, Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange ¡ Trouble. * Either in discursive thought, or actual deed. For this one wish, That you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich yourself. 351 I tell thee, I am mad 27-iv. 3. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her gait, her voice; In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughman! 352 26-i. 1. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body. 353 All thy vexations 11-ii, 1. Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test. 354 1—iv. 1. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart:- Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?... But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not; Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; The thing I shall repent! See, see, your silence, Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws 355 26-iii. 2. Nay, 'tis true; there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of—I came, saw, and overcame: For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage. They are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them. 356 Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart. 357 10-v. 2. 21-v. 5. If I do prove her haggard,1 Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, Το prey at fortune. I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others' uses. 358 37-iii. 3. True lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature, in love, mortal in folly. 359 10-ii. 4. Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious, To have mistrusted her. 31-v. 5. A species of hawk; also a term of reproach applied to a wanton. m Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the fist. 360 What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. 361 You are my true and honourable wife; 362 'Tis not to make me jealous, 10-i. 2. 29-ii. 1. To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, 363 37-iii. 3. The truest poetry is the most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, they do feign. 10-iii. 3. 364 Jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love;--and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away; These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches. 8-iii. 1. 365 The expedition of my violent love Out-ran the pauser reason. 15-ii. 3. " Which makes fair gifts fairer. |