Smil the Action to the Word is the Word for the · Wetion; will this sperial observance, that you o'erstep not the Modelty of Nature.

Shakespeare.

ELEGANT EXTRACTS,

PO E TI CA L.

BOOK THE THIRD.

DRAMATIC, CHIEFLY

FROM SHAKSPEARE.

§ 1. ALL's WELL THAT ENDS WELL. The Remedy of Evils generally in ourselves.

SHAKSPEARE. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Advice.

Which we ascribe to Heav'n. The fated sky Bēthou bleft, Bertram, and succeed thy father, Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull

In manners as in Thape ; thy blood and virtue' Our slow deligns, 'when we ourselves are dull. Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness

Impossible be strange attempts to those Share with thy birth-right. Love all; trust a

That weigh their pain in sense, and do suppose few;

What hath been cannot be. Who ever strove Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy

To Thew her merit, that did miss her love? (Rather in power than ule; and keep thy friend Character of a noble Courtier, by an old Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,

Cotemporary. But never tax'd for speech. What Heaven more

King. I would I had that corporal soundness will

[down,

now, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck As when thy father and myself in friendship Fall on thy head!

First tried our soldiership! He did look far
Too ambitious Love.

Into the service of the time, and was
I am undone; there is no living, none,

Discipled of the bravest. He lafted long; If Bertram be away. It were all one,

But on us both did haggilh age steal on, That I should love a bright particular star,

And wore us out of act. It much repairs me And think to wed it, he is so above me!

To talk of your good father. In his youth In his bright radiance and collateral light

He had the wit which I can well observe Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

To-day in our young Lords; but they may jest Th'ambition in my love thus plagues itself :

Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, The hind that would he mated by the lion

Ere they can hide their levity in honour : Muft die for love. 'Twas pretty, tho' a plague, So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness To see him every hour; to hit and draw

Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, His arched brows, his hawking cyć, his curls,

His equal had awak'd them : and his honour, In our heart's table: heart, too capable

Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Of every line and trick of his sweet favour! Exception bid him speak; and at that time But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy

His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below Must fanctify his relics.

He us d as creatures of another place, [him

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
A parasitical, vain Coward.

Making them proud of his huinility.
I know him a notorious liar;

in their poor praise he humbled : such a man Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Might be a copy to these younger times, Yet these fix'd evils fit fo fit in him,

Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them That they take place, when virtue's steely bones But goers backward.

[now Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft we would I were with him !-He would always fee

fayCold witdom waiting on fuperflucus folly. (Methinks I hear him now) his plaufive words

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