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For know, my love, as eafy mayft thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulph,
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyfelf, and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
Shouldft thou but hear I were licentious;
And that this body, confecrate to thee,
By ruffian luft fhould be contaminate!
Wouldst thou not fpit at me, and spurn at me,
And hurl the name of hufband in my face,
And tear the ftain'd fkin off my harlot brow,
And from my falfe hand cut the wedding-ring,
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
I know thou canft; and therefore fee thou do it.
I am poffeft with an adulterate blot,
My blood is mingled with the crime of luft;
For if we two be one, and thou play false,
I do digeft the poifon of thy flesh,
Being trumpeted by thy contagion.
A Refpe&t to Decency and the Opinion of the World,
an excellent Bulwark to our Virtues.
Have patience, Sir; O, let it not be so;
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compafs of fufpect
Th' inviolated honour of your wife.
Once this-Your long experience of her wifdom,
Her fober virtue, years, and modesty,
Plead on her part fome caufe to you unknown;
And doubt not, Sir, but the will well excufe
Why at this time the doors are made against you.
Be rul'd by me; depart in patience,
And let us to the Tiger all to dinner;
And, about evening, come yourfelf alone,
To know the reafon of this ftrange reftraint.
If by strong hand you offer to break in,
Now in the ftirring paffage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made of it;
And that fuppofed by the common rout
Against your yet ungalled reputation,
That may with foul intrufion enter in,
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead:
For flander lives upon fucceffion;
For ever hous'd where it once gets poffeffion.
Document for Wives, and the ill Effects of
Abbes. Hath he not loft much wealth by wreck at fea?
Buried fome dear friend? Hath not else his eye
Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
A fin prevailing much in youthful men,
Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
Which of thefe forrows is he fubject to
[aft; Adriana. To none of thefe, except it be the Namely, fome love that drew him off from home. Abbels. You fhould for that have reprehended Adriana. Why fo I did. [him.
Abbels. But not rough enough.
Adriana. As roughly as my modesty would Abbefs. Haply in private.
Adriana. And in affemblies too.
Abbefs. But not enough.
Adriana. It was the copy of our conference:
In bed, he flept not for my urging it;
At board, he fed not for my urging it:
Alone, it was the fubject of my theme;
In company, I often glanced at it;
Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. [was mad
Abbefs. And therefore came it that the man
The venom clamours of a jealous woman
Poifon more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
It feems, his fleeps were hinder'd by thy railing:
And therefore comes it that his head is light.
Thou fay'ft his meat was fauc'd with thy up-Our court shall be a little academe,
Unquiet meals make ill digeftions,
Still and contemplative in living art.
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
Longaville. I am refolv'd; 'tis but a three
And what's a fever, but a fit of madness?
Thou fay'ft his fports were hinder'd by thy brawls:
Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth enfuc
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinfman to grim and comfortless despair?
And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop
Of pale diftemperatures and foes to life.
The mind shall banquet, tho' the body pine-
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits.
Ill Deeds and ill Words, double Wrong. 'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed,
And let her read it in your looks at board: Shame hath a baftard fame, well managed; Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, fpite of cormorant devouring time,
Th' endeavour of this prefent breath may buy
That honour which thall bate his scythe's keen
And make us heirs of all eternity. [edge,
Therefore, brave conquerors for fo
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's defires ;-
Our late edict fhall strongly stand in force.
Navarre fhall be the wonder of the world;
Paffionate Lover's Addrefs to his Mifiefs.
Sing, fyren, for thyfeif, and I will dotc;
Spread o'er the filver waves thy golden hairs;
And as a bed I'll take them, and there lie;
And in that glorious fuppofition think
He gains by death, that hath fuch means to die!
Defcription of a beggarly Conjurer, or a Fortune-
A hungry, lean-fac'd villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-ey'd, fharp-looking wretch,
A living dead-man: this pernicious slave,
Forfooth, took on him as a conjurer;
And gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulfe,
And with no face as 't were outfacing me,
Cries out, I was poffeft.
Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
Haft thou fo crack'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short years, that here my only fon
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?
Tho' now this grained face of mine be hid
In fap-confuming winter's drizzled fnow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life fome memory;
My wafting lamp fome fading glimmer left;
My dull deaf ears a little ufe to hear:
All these old witneffes,-I cannot err,—
Tell me, thou art my fon, Antipholus.
§4. LOVE's LABOUR LOST. SHAKSPEARE.
A laudable Ambition for Fame and true Conqueft defcribed.
King. LET Fame, that all hunt after in their
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
Dumain. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified;
The groffer manner of the world's delights
He throws upon the grofs world's bafer flaves-
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die :
With all thefe living in philofophy.
With a refined traveller of Spain;
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrafes in his brain:
One whom the mufic of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony:
A man of compliments, whom right and wrong
Have chofe as umpire of their mutiny.
Ill Deeds often done for the Sake of Fame. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praife
But come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill,
And fhooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I fave my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do`t;
If wounding, then it was to fhew my fkill,
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And, out of queftion, fo it is fometimes;
Glory grows guilty of detefted crimes; [part.
When, for fame's fake, for praife, an outward
We bend to that the working of the heart :
As I, for praise alone, now feek to spill (ill.
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argu-
Perfuade my heart to this falfe perjury; [ment)
Vows, for thee broke, deferve not punishment.
A woman I forfwore; 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 difgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is ;
Then thou, fair fun, which on my earth doft Exhal'ft this vapour vow; in thee it is: [fhine, If broken then, it is no fault of mine; If by me broke, what fool is not fo wife, To lafe an oath to win a paradife?
Another. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whofe month is ever May, Spy'd a bloffom paffing fair Playing in the wanton air: Thro' the velvet leaves the wind, All unfeen, 'gan paffage find; That the lover, fick to death, Wifh'd himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks blow;Air, would I might triumph fo! But, alack! my hand is fworn, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn. Vow, alack! for youth unmeet, Youth fo apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it fin in me, That I am forfworn for thee: Thou for whom ev'n Jove would fwear Juno but an Ethiope were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.
A Lord Chamberlain or Gentleman Uber.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease;
And utters it again when God doth please:
you-He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares
At wakes, and waffels, meetings, markets, fairs.
And we that fell by grofs, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with fuch fhow.
This gallant pins the wenches on his fleeve;
Had he been Adam he had tempted Eve.
He can carve too, and lifp: Why this is he
That kifs'd his hand away in courtesy;
This is the ape of form, Monfieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms: nay, he can fing
A mean most incanly; and in ufhering
Mend him who can': the ladies call him Sweet;
The ftairs, as he treads on them, kifs his feet.
This is the flower that fmiles on every one,
To fhew his teeth as white as whale his bone :
And confciences that will not die in debt,
Pay him the due of honey-tongu'd Boyet!
When would you, my liege-or you-or
In leaden contemplation, have found out
Such fiery numbers, as the prompting cyes
Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with?
Other flow arts entirely keep the brain;
And therefore finding barren practisers,
Scarce fhew a harvest of their heavy toil:
But love, firft learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as fwift as thought in every pow'r;
And gives to ev'ry pow'r a double pow'r,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious feeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
A lover's cars will hear the lowest found,
When the fufpicious head of theft is ftopt.
Love's feeling is more foft and fenfible
Than are the tender horns of cockled fnails.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus grofs in
For valour, is not love a Hercules, [tafte.
Still climbing trees in the Hefperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as fweet and mufical
As bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair:
And when love fpeaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowfy with the harmony.
Never durft poet touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs:
O, then his eyes would ravifh favage ears,
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They fparkle ftill the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That fhew, contain, and nourish all the world;
Elfe, none at all in aught proves excellent.
See where it comes !-Behaviour, what wert thou
Till this man thew'd thee? and what art thou now?
Elegant Compliment to a Lady.
Fair, gentle, fweet,
With eyes beft fecing Heaven's fiery eye,
Your wit makes wife things foolish: when we
By light we lofe light: your capacity
Is of that nature, as to your huge ftore [poor.
Wife things feem foolish, and rich things but
Humble Zeal to please.
That sport most pleases, that doth least know how;
When zeal ftrives to content, and the contents
Die in the zeal of that which it prefents,
Their form confounded makes most form in
When great things labouring perish in their
The Effects of Love.
For your fair fakes have we neglected time,
Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty,
Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our hu-
Even to the oppofed end of our intents;
And what in us hath feem'd ridiculous-
All wanton as a child, fkipping and vain;
As love is full of unbefitting ftrains,
Form'd by the eye; and therefore, like the eye,
Full of ftrange fhapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in fubjects as the eye doth roll
To every vary'd object in his glance :
Which party-colour'd prefence of loofe love,
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
'T hath misbecom`d our oaths and gravities,
Thofe heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
Suggefted us to make them: therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewife yours.
Trial of Love.
If this auftere, infociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frofts, and faits, hard lodging, and thin weeds,
Nip not the gaudy bloffoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge me.
Jeft and Jefter.
Rof. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
Before I faw you; and the world's large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts;
Which you on all eftates will execute,
That lie within the mercy of your wit:
Toweed this wormwood from your fruitful brain,
And therewithal to win me, if you please,
(Without the which I am not to be won)
You fhall this twelvemonth term, from day to day,
Vifit the fpeechlefs fick, and ftill converfe
With groaning wretches: and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,
T'enforce the pained impotent to fmile. [death
Bir. To move wild laughter in the throat of
It cannot be, it is impoffible :
Mirth cannot move a foul in agony.
Rof. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing
Whofe influence is begot of that loose grace
Which thallow laughing hearers give to fools:
A jeft's profperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it, Then, if fickly cars,
Deaft with the clamours of their own dear groans,
Will hear your idle fcorns, continue then,
And I will have you, and that fault withal;
But if they will not, throw away that fpirit,
And I fhall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation.
§ 5. MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
Virtue given to be exerted.
THERE is a kind of character in thy life,
That, to the obferver, doth thy history
Fully unfold: thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyfelf upon thy virtues, them on thee.
Heav'n doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finelytouch'd,
But to fine iffues; nor nature never lends
The fmalleft fcruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddefs, the determines
Herfelf the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.
Diflike of Popularity.
I love the people,
But do not like to ftage me to their eyes:
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and ave's vehement :
Nor do I think the man of fafe discretion
That does affect it.
Thus can the demi-god, authority,
Make us pay down for our offence by weight.
The words of Heav'n: On whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.
The Confequence of Liberty indulged.
Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence
comes this restraint?
Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, li-
As furfeit is the father of much faft, [berty:
So every fcope, by the immoderate ufe,
Turns to reftraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that raven down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
This new governor
Awakes me all th' enrolled penalties,
Which have, like unfcour'd armour, hung by
So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,
And none of them been worn; and for a name,
puts the drowsy and neglected act
Freshly on me: 'tis furely for a name.
Eloquence and Beauty.
In her youth
There is a prone and speechlefs dialect,
Such as moves men; befide, the hath a profp'rous