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! Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries,
water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and
fishes; You must eat men.
Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profess’d; that you work not In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft In limited* professions. Rascal thieves, Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, Till the high sever seeth your blood to froth, And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob: také wealth and lives together; Do, villany, do, since you profess to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thies, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That seeds and breeds by a composturet stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thies; The laws, your curh and whip, in their rough power Hare uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves: away; Rob one another. There's more gold: Cut throats; All that you meet are thieves: To Athens, go, Break open shops; nothing can you steal, But thieves do lose it.
ON HIS HONEST STEWARD.
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
# Compost manure.
For many so arrive at second masters,
PROMISING AND PERFORMANCE.
Promising is the very air oʻthe time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying* is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: perform ance is a kind of will or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
WRONG AND INSOLENCE.
Now breathless wrong
insolence shall break his wind, With fear and horrid flight.
WILT thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Thanks, to men
INVITATION TO LOVE. The birds chant melody on every bush; The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground; Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, And-whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
* The doing of that we said we would do.
Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
DESCRIPTION OF A MELANCHOLY VALLEY.
DESCRIPTION OF A RING.
Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
LAVINA AT HER LUTE.
Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue,
Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute,
sung Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear!
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
CRUELTY TO INSECTS.
Tit. But how, is that fly had a father and mother
Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stand
Provide the proper palfries, black as jet,
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
LOVE IN A BRAVE YOUNG SOLDIER.
CALL here my varlet,* I'll unarm again:
The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; But I am weaker then a woman's tear, Tamer than sheep, sondert than ignorance; Less valiant than the virgin in the night, And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.
O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie endrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad In Cressida's love: Thou answer’st, she is fair; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Handlest in thy discourse, 0, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; to whose sost seizure The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughmen! This thou tell'st me,
* A servant to a knight. + Weaker.