I, after him, do after him wish too,
Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
I quickly were diffolved from my hive,
To give fome labourer room.
-Thus Indian like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The fun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more!
Mean Inflruments often fuccessful.
What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you fet up you reft 'gainst remedy,
He that of greatest works is finisher,
Oft does them by the weakest minister;
So holy writ in babes hath judgment fhown,
When judges have been babes; great floods
have flown
[dry'd,
From fimple fources; and great feas have
When miracles have by the greatest been de-
Oft expectation fails, and moft oft there [ny'd.
Where moft it promifes; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldeft, and defpair moft fits.
Honour due to perfonal Virtue, not to Birth.
Strange is it, that our bloods, [together,
Whofe colour, weight, and heat, pour'd out
Would quite confound diftinction, yet ftand
In diff'rences fo mighty. If the be [off
All that is virtuous, fave what thou diflik'ft,
A poor phyfician's daughter, thou diflik'ft
Of virtue for the name.-But do not fo
From lowest place when virtuous things pro-
ceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed.
Where great addition fwells, and virtue none,
It is a dropfied honour; good alone
Is good without a name; vileness is fo
The property, by what it is, fhould go,
Not by the title. She is young, wife, fair,
In thefe, to nature fhe's immediate heir;
And thefe breed honour: that is honour's
fcorn,
Which challenges itfelf as honour's born,
And is not like the fire. Honours thrive
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our fore-goers; the mere word's a flave
Debauch'd on every tomb, on every grave;
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb,
Where duft and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed.
Self-accufation of too great Love.
Poor lord! is 't I
That chafe thee from thy country, and expofe
Those tender limbs of thine to the event
Of the none-fparing war? And is it I [thou
That drive thee from the fportive court, where
Waft fhot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
Of fmoky mufkets? O you leaden meffengers,
That ride upon the violent fpeed of fire,
Fly with falle aim; move the fill-piercing air,
That fings with piercing, do not touch my
lord!
Whoever shoots at him, I fet him there :
Whoever charges on his forward breast,
I am the caitiff that do hold him to it:
And tho' I kill him not, I am the caufe
His death was fo effected.
I met the raving lion, when he roar'd
With fharp constraint of hunger, better' twere
That all the miferies which nature owes
Were mine at once. No, come thou home,
Roufillon,
Whence honour but of danger wins a fear,
As oft it lofes all. I will be gone:
My being here it is, that holds thee hence,
Shall I ftay here to do it? No, no, although
The air of Paradife did fan the house,
And angels offic'd all: I will be gone;
That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
To confolate thine ear.
Cuftom of Seducers,
As, fo you ferve us,
frofes,
Till we ferve you; but when you have our
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves,
And mock us with our bareness.
Chastity.
Mine honour's such a ring:
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeath'd down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i'th' world
In me to lose.
Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this, Captain I'll be no more: But I will eat, and drink, and fleep as foft As captain fhall: fimply the thing I'am (gart, Shall make me live. Who knows hielfabrag Let him fear this; for it will come to pals, That every braggart fhall be found an afs. Ruft, fword! cool, blushes! and Parolles, live
Safeft in fhame! being fool'd, by fool'ry
There's place and means for every man alive.)
The Rafhness of Youth excufed.
I befeech your majelty to make it
When oil and fire, too strong for reason's foret,
Natural rebellion, done in the blaze of youth,
O'erbear it, and burn on.
What's loft moft valued."
Prailing what is loft,
Makes the remembrance dear.
Let's take the inftant by the forward top;
Th'inaudible and noifelefs foot of time
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
Steals, ere we can effect them.
Excufe for unreasonable Diflike,
At firft
I ftuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durft make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Where the impreflion of mine eye enfixing,
Contempt his fcornful prefpective did lend me,
Scorned a fair colour, or exprefs'd it folen;
Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
Extended or contracted all proportions
To a moft hideous object: thence it came,
That the whom all men
prais'd, and whom
myself,
Since I have loft, have lov'd, was in my eye
The duft that did offend it.
Impediments ftimulate.
As "all impediments in fancy's courfe
Are motives of mere fancy."
§ 2. AS YOU LIKE IT. SHAKSPEARE. Playfellows.
have ftill flept together; [together;
Rofe at an inftant; learn'd, play'd, eat
And wherefoe'er we went, like Juno's fwans,
Still we went coupled, and infeparable.
Fond youthful Friendship.
Celia. O my poor Rofalind, whither wilt
thou go?
[mine.
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee
I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than
Rofalind. I have more cause. [I am.
Celia. Thou haft not, coufin.
[Duke
Pr'ythee be cheerful: know'st thou not, the
Has banifh'd me, his daughter?
Refalind. That he hath not.
[the love
Celia. No hath not? Rofalind lacks then
Which teacheth me that thou and I are one:
Shall we be fundered? Shall we part, fweet
No, let my father feek another heir. [girl?
Therefore devife with me how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us:
And do notfeek to take your change upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself,and leave me out:
For by this heaven, now at our forrows pale,
Say what thou canft, I'll go along with thee.
Beauty.
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.
Woman in a Man's Drefs.
Wer't not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart,
Lie there what hidden woman's fears there
will)
I'll have a fwafhing and a martial outfide;
As many other mannish cowards have,
That do outface it with their femblances.
Solitude preferred to a Court Life, and the Advan-
tages of Adverfity.
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more fweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not thefe
woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The feafon's difference; as the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till 1 fhrink with cold, I fimile and fay,
"This is no flattery;" thefe are counfellors,
That feelingly perfuade me what I ain.
Sweet are the ufes of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head:
And this our lite, except from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running
brooks,
Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.
I would not change it!
Amiens. Happy is your grace,
That can tranflate the stubbornness of fortune
Into fo quiet and fo fweet a ftyle!
Reflections on a wounded Stag, and on the melan
choly Jaques.
Come, fhall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this defert city,
Have their round haunches gored.
Should in their old confines, with forked
[heads,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
ift Lord. Indeed, my Lord,
And, in that kind fwears, you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother who hath banish'd
To-day my lord of Amiens and myself, [you.
Did fteal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whofe antique roots peep out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor fequefter'd ftag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish: and, indeed, my lord,
Thewretched animal heav'dforthfuch groans,
That their discharge did ftretch his leathern
Almoft to burfting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chace; and thus the hairy fool;
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Augmenting it with tears.
Stood on th'extremeft verge of thefwiftbrook,
Did he not moralize this fpectacle?
Duke, f. But what faid Jaques ?
ift Lord. Oyes, into a thousand fimiles. Poor' deer, quoth he, thou mak'it a testament First, for his weeping in the needlefs fiream As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more To that which had too much. Then, being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
The flux of company. Anon, a carclefs herd,
'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part
Full of the pafture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him: Ay, quoth
Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus moft invectively he pierceth through
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing that we
The body of the country, city, court,
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worfe,
In their affign'd and native dwelling-place.
To fright the animals, and kill them up,
D. J. And did you leave him in this con-
templation?
[menting
Upon the fobbing deer.
Amiens. We did, my lord, weeping and com-
I love to cope him in thefe fullen fits,
D.. Shew me the place;
For then he is full of matter.
Confpicuous Virtue expofed to Envy.
Adam. What! my young mafter? O mygentle
mafter,
O my fweet mafter! O you memory
Ofold Sir Rowland! whywhat make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love
And wherefore are you gentle, frong, and va
Whywould you be fo fond to overcome [liant?
The bony prifer of the humorous duke? "[you.
Your praife is come too fwiftly home before
Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?
N na
No
No more do yours; your virtues,gentle maf-
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you. [ter,
Oh! what a world is this, when what is come-
Envenoms him that bears it!
Or with a bafe and boisterous fword enforce
A thievith living ca the common road?
This I must do, or know not what to
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
I rather will fubject me to the malice
Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.
Gratitude in an old Servant.
Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the fun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good termsIn good fet terms-and yet a motley fool. [ly 'Good-morrow, fool,'quoth I: 'No Sir,'quoth he,
Orlando. What, wouldst thou have me go 'Call me not fool, till Heaven hath fent me and beg my food? And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-luftre eye, Says, very wifely, 'It is ten o'clock: [wags: do-Thus may we fee,' quoth he, 'how the world "Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine; 'And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; 'And fo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, 'And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangsa tale.' When I did hear The motly fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools fhould be fo deep contemplative: And I did laugh, fans intermiffion, An hour by his dial.
Adam. But do not fo; I have five hundred
Duke. What fool is this?
[a courtier, Jaques. Oworthy fool! one that hath been And fays, 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 bifcuit After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cramm'd
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father,
Which I did ftore, to be my fofter nurfe
When fervice fhould in myold limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown.
Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the fparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: let me be your fervant:
Tho' I look old, yet I am ftrong and lufty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo With obfervation, the which he vents
The means of weakness and debility:
In mangled forms. Ob that I were a fool!
Thefore my age is as a lufty winter,
I am ambitious for a motley coat!
Frofty but kindly. Let me go with you,
A Fool's Liberty of Speech.
I'll do the fervice of a younger man,
Duke. Thou shalt have one.
In all your bufinefs and neceffities. [appears Jaques. It is my only fuit:
Orlando. Oh! good old man, how well in thee Provided that you weed your better judg
The conftant fervice of the antique world, Of all opinion, that grows rank in them,
When fervants fweat for duty, not for meed! That I am wife. I must have liberty,
Thou art not for the fashion of thefe times, Withal; as large a charter as the wind,
Where none will fweat but for promotion;
To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have:
And, having that, do choak their fervice up, And they that are moft galled with my folly,
Even with the having. It is not fo with thee-They moft muft laugh. And why, Sir, mutthey
But, poor old man, thou prun'ft a rotten tree,
That cannot fo much as a bloffom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
But come thy ways, we'll go along together,
And ere we have thy youthful wages fpent,
We'll light upon fome fettled low content.
Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the laft gafp, with truth and loyalty.
From feventeen years till now almost fourfcore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At feventeen years many their fortune feek,
But at fourfcore it is too late a week;
Yet fortune cannot recompenfe me better
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor,
Lover defcribed.
Oh thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily.
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into
Thou haft not lov'd
Or if thou haft not fate as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou haft not lov'd-
Or if thou haft not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou haft not lov'd-
The why is plain as way to parish-church [fot
He, whom a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolithly, although he fmart,
Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the fquandering glances of the fool.
Inveft me in my motley; give me leave[through
To fpeak my mind, and I will through and
Cleanfe the foul body of th'infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke. Fie on thee-1 can tell what thou
would't do.
[but good?
Jaques. What, for a counter, would I do
Duke. Moft mifchievous foul fin in chiding
For thou thyfelf haft been a libertine, [in
As fenfual as the brutish fting itself:
And all th'imboffed fores and headedevils,
That thou with licence of freefoot haft caught,
Wouldst thou difgorge into the general world.
An Apology for Satire,
Jaques. Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea, Till that the very means do ebb?. What woman in the city do I name, When that I fay, the city woman bears Jaques. As I do live by food, I met a fool; The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Defcription of a Fool, and his Morals on the Time.
Who can come in and fay that I mean her,
When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour?
Or what is he of bafett function,
That fays, his bravery is not on my coft;
(Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits
His folly to the metal of my fpeech? [wherein
There then,how then? What then? let me fee
My tongue hath wrong'd him. If it do him
right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself. If he be free,
Why, then, my taxing, like a wild goofe, flies
Unclaim'd of any man.
Diftrefs prevents Ceremony.
The thorny point
Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhow Offmooth civility.
A tender Petition and Reply. Orlando. Speak you fo gently? Pardon me, I pray you:
I thought that all things had been favage here;
And therefore put I on the countenance
Offterncommandment. But whate'er you are,
That in this defert inacceffible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to
If ever fat atany good man's feaft; [church;
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied-
Let gentleness my ftrong enforcement be;
In the which hope I bluth, and hide my fword.
Duke. True it is that we have feen better days,
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to
church,
And fat at good men's feafts; andwip'd our eyes
Of drops that facred pity hath engender'd;
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have,
That toyourwanting may be minifter'd. [while,
Orlando. Then but forbear your food a little
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limp'd in pure love; till he be firft fuffic'd,
Opprefs'dwith twoweak evils,age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit!
The World compared to a Stage.
Seeking the bubble reputation [juftice,
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the
In fair round belly with good capon lin❜d,
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,
And fo he plays his part. The fixth age shifts
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on's nofe and pouch on's fide;
Hisyouthful hofe, well fav'd,a world too wide
For his fhrunk thanks; and his big manlyvoice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his found. Laft fcene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful history,
Is fecond childifhnefs, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans taste, fans everything.
Ingratitude. A Song.
Blow, blow, thou winter-wind,
Thou art not fo unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky,
Thou doft not bite fo nigh
As benefits forgot:
Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Scornful Love.
Sylvius. The common executioner,
Whofe heart th' accuftom'd fight of death
Falls not the axe upon the humble neck,
makes hard,
But first begs pardon: will you fterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?
Phabe. I would not be thy executioner: I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. Thou tell'ft me there is murder in mine eye; 'Tis pretty, fure, and very probable, [things, That eyes, that are the frail'ft and fofteft Who fhut their coward gates on atomies, Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; Should be call'd tyrants,butchers, murderers! And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them [down;
Now counterfeit to fwoon; why, now fall
Or, if thou canst not,O,for fhame, for fhame,
Thou feeft we are not all alone unhappy-Now fhew the wound mine eye hath made in
Lienot, to faymine eyes are murderers. [thee.
This wide and univerfal theatre
Prefents more woeful pageants than the fcene Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Wherein we play.
Jaques. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being feven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms: And then the whining fchool-boy, with his
And fhining morning face, creeping like fnail Une illingly to fchool. And then the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his miftrefs's eye-brow. Then the foldier,
Full of ftrange oaths,and bearded likethepard, Jealousin honour,fudden and quick in quarrel,
Some fear of it; lean but upon a rush,
The cicatrice and capable impreffure [eyes,
Thy palm fome moment keeps: but now mine
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;
Nor, I am fure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt to any.
Sylvius.
Ó dear Phoebe,
[fancy,
If ever (as that ever may be near)
You meet in fome fresh cheek the power of
Then fhall you know the wounds invisible
That Love's keen arrows make.
Scorn retorted.
Od's my little life!
Your bugle eye-balls,nor your cheek of cream,] And with indented glides did flip away
That can entame my fpirits to your worship. Into a bufh; under which buth's fhade
You foolish thepherd, wherefore do you follow A lionefs, with udders all drawn dry, [watch
her,
Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like
When that the fleeping man fhould ftir; for
The royal difpofition of that beaft ['tis
To prey on nothing that doth feem as dead.
Converfion.
Like foggy fouth, puffing with wind and rain?
You are a thousand times a properer man
Than the a woman: 'Tis fuch fools as you
That make the world full of ill-favour'd
children.
'Tis not her glafs, but you that flatters her;
And out of you the fees herfelf more proper
Than any of her lineaments can fhew her.
But, miftrefs, know yourfelf; down on your
knees
And thank Heaven, fafting, for a good man's
For I must tell you friendly in your ear, [love:
Sell when you can,you are not for all markets.
Cry the man mercy, love him, take his offer;
Foul is moft foul, being foul to be a fcoffer.
Tender Love.
So holy, and fo perfect is my love,
And I in fuch a poverty of grace,
That I fhall think it a moft plenteous crop.
To glean the broken ears after the man [then
That the main harvest reaps: loofe now and
A fcatter'd fmile, and that I'll live upon.
Real Love diffembled.
Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish boy ;-yet he talks well.But what care I for words? Yet words dowell, When he that fpeaks them pleases thofe that It is a pretty youth;-notvery pretty;-[hear. But fure he's proud; and yet his pride be[him
He'll make a proper man; the best thing in
Is his complexion; and fafter than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
He is not verytall; yet for his years he's tall;
His leg is but fo fo; and yet 'tis well:
There was a pretty rednefs in his lip,
A little riper and more lufty red
To tell you what I was, fince my conversion
So fweetly taftes, being the thing I am.
Phabe. Good fhepherd, tell this youth what
'tis to love.
[tears;
Sylvius. It is to be all made of fighs and
It is to be all made of faith and fervice;
It is to be all made of fantasie,
All made of paffion, and all made of wishes:
All adoration, duty, and obfervance :
All humblenefs, all patience and impatience:
All purity, all trial, all obfervance.
The Uncertainty of Opinion in Anxiety. [boy
Duke. Doft thou believe, Orlando, that the
Can do all this that he hath promised?
Orlando. I fometimes do believe, and fome. times do not;
[fear. As thofe that fear, they hope, and know they Song. On Matrimony.
Wedding is great Juno's crown;
O bleffed bond of board and bed! 'Tis Hymen peoples every town,
High wedlock then be honoured: Honour, high honour and renown, To Hymen, god of every town!
3. THE COMEDY OF ERRORS.
SHAKSPEARE
Child-bearing prettily expreffed.
Herfelf almoft at fainting under
Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas juft The pleafing punishment that women bear.
Betwixt the conftant red and mingled damask.
There be fome women, Sylvius, had they
In parcels, as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet
I have morecause to hate him than to lovehim;
For what had he to do to chide at me?
He faid mine eyeswere black,andmyhairblack;
And, now I am remember'd, fcorn'd at me:
I marvel why I anfwer'd not again;
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
A fine Defcription of a fleeping Man, about to be
deftroyed by a Snake and a Lioness.
Under n oak, whofe boughs were mofs'd
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
A wretched, ragged man o'ergrown with hair,
Lay fleeping on his back; about his neck
A green and gilded fnake had writh'd itfelf,
Who with her head, nimble in threats, ap-
proach'd
The opening of his mouth; but fuddenly
Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
They fay this town is full of cozenage;
Dark-workingforcerers, that change the mind,
Difguifed cheaters, prating mountebanks,
Soul-killing witches, that deform the body,
And many fuch-like liberties of fin!
Man's Pre-eminence.
There's nothing fituate under Heaven's eye,
Why head-ftrong liberty is lafh'd with woe,
But hath its bound, in earth, in fea, in fky;
Are their males' fubjects, and at their con-
The beafts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Men, more divine, the mafter of all these,
Lords of the wide world, and wild watry feas,
Indued with intellectual fenfe and fouls,
Of
more pre-eminence than fish or fowls, Are mafters to their females, and their lords: Then let your will attend on their accords.
Patience cafer taught than praclifed. Patience unmoved, no marvel though the
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