ed, your bonet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man: you are rather point-device* in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other. REAL PASSION DISSEMBLED. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevisht boy: yet he talks well; But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases those that hear, It is a pretty youth: not very pretty: But. sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him: He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differ ence Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. I have more cause to hate him than to love him: He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; I marvel, why I answer'd not again: ACT IV. THE VARIETIES OF MELANCHOLY. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtiers, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice;* nor the lover's, which is all of these. MARRIAGE ALTERS THE TEMPER OF BOTH SEXES. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee thai. . Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep. CUPID'S PARENTAGE. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought,† conceiv'd of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love. OLIVER'S DESCRIPTION OF HIS DANGER WHEN SLEEPING. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, And high top bald with dry antiquity, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. ACT V. LOVE. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears; It is to be all made of faith and service; It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, COMEDY OF ERRORS. ACT II. MAN'S PRE-EMINENCE. THERE'S nothing, situate under heav'ns eye, But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Are their males' subject, and at their controls: Men, more divine, the masters of all these, Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas, Indued with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords: Then let your will attend on their accords. PATIENCE EASIER TAUGHT THAN PRACTISED Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause; They can be meek, that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, A3 much, or more, we should ourselves complain. DEFAMATION. I see, the jewel, best enamelled, Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, JEALOUSY. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st VOW That never words were music to thine ear, SLANDER. For slander lives upon succession; For ever hous'd, where it once gets possession. ACT V. A WOMAN'S JEALOUSY MORE DEADLY THAN POISON. The venon clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing: And thereof comes it that his head is light. Thou say'st, his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings; Unquiet meals make ill digestions, Thereof the raging fire of sever bred; And what's a fever but a fit of madness ? Thou say'st, his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls (Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair;, DESCRIPTION OF A BEGGARLY FORTUNE-TELLER. A hungry lean-fac'd villain, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller; And with no face, as 'twere outfacing me, OLD AGE. Though now this grained* face of mine be hid LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. ACT I. SELF-DENIAL. BRAVE conquerors!-for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires. VANITY OF PLEASURE. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. ON STUDY. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-search'd with saucy y looks! Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. *Furrowed, lined. |