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Song. On Matrimony.

For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
Wedding is great Juno's crown;

A diop of water in the breaking gulph,
O blefled bond of board and bed! And take unmingled thence that drop again,
'Tis Hymen peoples every town,

Without addition or diminishing,
High wedlock then be honoured: As take from me thyself, and not me too.
Honour, high honour and renown, How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
To Hymen, god of every town!

Shouldīt thou but hear I were licentious;

And that this body, confecrate to thee, $3. THE COMEDY OF ERRORS. By ruffian luft thould be contaminate !


Wouldst thou not fpit at me, and spurn at me,

And hurl the naine of husband in my face, Cbild-bearing prettily expreffed.

And rear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, Herself almost at fainting under

And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,
The pleasing punishment that women bear.

And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
Cheats well described.

I know thou canst; and therefore see thou do it.
They say this town is full of cozenage ; I am posses with an adulterate blot,
As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye, My blood is mingled with the crime of lust;
Dark-working forcerers, that change the mind, For if we two be one, and thou play false,
Soul-killing witches, that deforın the body, I do digest the poison of thy flcth,
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, Being itrumpeted by thy contagion.
And many such-like liberties of sin !

A Real to Decency and the Opinion of the World,
Man's Pre-eminence.

an excellent Bulwark to our Virtues.
Why headftrong liberty is lath'd with woe.

Have patience, Sir; o, let it not be lo;
There's nothing ftuate under Heaven's eye, Herein you war against your reputation,
But hath its bound, in earth, in sea, in sky; And draw within the compass of suspect
The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Th’inviolated honour of your wife.
Are their males' lubjects, and at their controuls. Once this Your long experience of her wisdom,
Men, more divine, the masters of all these, Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,
Lords of the wide world, and wild watry seas, Plcad on her part some cause to you unknown;
Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls,

And doubt not, Sir, but the will well excuse
Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Why at this time the doors are made against you.
Are mafters to their females, and their lords : Be rul'd by me; depart in patience,
Then let your will attend on their accords. And let us to the Tiger all to dinner;

Patience easier taugbt iban practised. And, about evening, come yourself alone,
Patience unmov'd, no marvel though the pause To know the rcalon of this strange restraint.
They can be meek, that have no other cause : If by strong hand you offer to break in,
A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, Now in the stirring passage of the day,
We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; A vulgar comment will be made of it;
But, were we burden'd with like weight of pain And that supposed by the common rout
As much or more we should ourselves complain. Against your yer ungalled reputation,

That may with foul intrusion enter in,
I see, the jewel best enamelled

And dwell upon your grave when you are dead:

For llander lives upon succeision
Will lose its beauty: and tho' gold bides fill,

For ever hous'd where it once gets poffeffion.
That others touch; yet often touching will
Wear gold. And so no man that hath a name, Document for l’ives, and the i!l Effeets of
But falsehood and corruption doch ic Thame.

Wife's Exbortation on a Husband's Infidelity. Abbess. Hath he not loft much wealth by

Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown; wreck at sea ?
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects :

Buried some dear friendHath not else his eye
I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. (vow, Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
The time was once when thou, unurg'd, wouldnt A sin prevailing much in youthful men,
That never words were music to thine ear, Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
That never object pleasing in thine eye, Which of these forrows is he lubject to lift;
That never touch well welcome to thine hand, Adriana. To none of these, except it be the
That never meat fiveet favour'd in thy taste, Namely, fome love that drew him or from home.
Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd, to Abbess. You should for that have reprehended
[it, Adriana. Why so I did.

How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes Abbess. But not rough enough.
That thou art then estranged from thyself? Adriana. As roughly as my modesty would
Thyself I call it, being ftrange to me;

Abboss. Haply in private.

[let inc. That, undividable, incorporate,

Adriana. And in assemblies too.
Am better than thy dear felf's better part. Abbess. But not enough.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me:

Adriana. It was the copy of our conference :

you are


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In bed, he slept not for my urging it ;

And then grace us in the disgrace of death; At board, he fed not for my urging it:

When, spite of cormorant devouring time, Alone, it was the subject of my theme;

rh' endeavour of this present breath may buy In company, I often glanced at it;

That honour which thall bate his scythe's keen Still did I ell him it was vile and bad. [was mad And make us heirs of all eternity. [edge,

Abbess. And therefore came ir that the man Therefore, brave conquerors ! for so The venom clamours of a jealous woman That war against your own affections, Poiton more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. And the huge army of the world's desires ;It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing: Our late ediat fhall strongly stand in force. And therefore comes it that his head is light. Navarre shall be the wonder of ebe world; Thou say'lt his meat was sauc'd with thy up- Our court shall be a little academe, Unquiet meals make ill digestions, (braidings ; Still and contemplative in living art, Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ;

Longaville. I am resolvid; 'tis but a three And what 's a fever, but a fit of madness?

years fast; Thou say'st his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls: The mind shall banquet, tho' the body pine Swect recreation barr'd, what doth ensuc Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits But moody and dull melancholy,

Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits. Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair? Dumain. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop The grosser manner of the world's delights Of pale distemperatures and foes to life. He throws upon the gross world's baser llavesIll Deeds and ill Words, double Wiong.

To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die : *Tis double wrong to truant with your bed,

With all these living in philofophy. And let her read it in your looks at board :

l'anity of Pleasures. Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed; Why, all delights are vain : but that most vain, Ill decds are doubled with an evil word. Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. Papionate Lover's Adhess to his Mijless.

On Study. Sing, syren, for thyseif, and I will cotc; Study is like the heaven's glorious fun, [looks ;

Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs; That will not be decp scarch'd with faucy And as a bed I'll take them, and there lie; Small have continual plodders ever won, And in that glorious fuppofition think

Save base authority from others books : He gains by death, that hath such means to dic ! These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, Description of a beggarly Conjurer, or a Fortune - That give a name to every fixed star, tiller.

Have no more profit of their shining nights, -A hungry, lean-fac'd villain,

Than those that walk, and wot not what they A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, Tco much to know, is to know nought but fames A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, And every godfather can give a nanie, A living dead-man : this pernicious Nave,

Again. Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer ;

So study evermore is overshot ; And gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulse,

While it doth ftudy to have what it would, And with no face as 't were ourfacing me,

It doth forget to do the things it should : Cries out, I was poffeft.

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, Old Age.

'Tis won, as towns with fire ; so won, so lust. Not know my voice! O time's extremity,

Frot. Halt thou so crack'd and spliited my poor tongue,

An envious sneaping frost, In seven short years, that here my only son

That bites the first-born infants of the spring. Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Tho' now this graired face of mine he hid

The Folly and Danger of making l'onus. In fap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,

Neceflity will make us all forsivorn [fpaces And all the conduits of my blood froze up;

Three thousand times within these three years Yet hath my night of life fome memory ;

For every man with his affccts is born, My wasting lamp some fading gliminer left;

Not by might matter'd, but by special grace : My dull deaf ears a little use to hear :

If I break faith, this word thall 1pcak for me, All these old witnelles, -I cannot err,

I am forsworn on mere neccility. Tell me, thou art my son, Antipholus.

A conceited Courtier, or Mein of Compliments.

Our court, you know, is haunted
4. LOVE's LABOUR LOST. With a refined traveller of Spain;

SHAKS PEARE. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, A laudable Ambition for Fame and true Conquest That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : described.

One whom she music of his own vain tongue King. LET Fame, that all hunt after in their Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony: lives,

A man of compliments, whom right and wrong Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

Have chofe as umpire of their mutiny.




This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

Ill Deeds often done for the sake of Fame. For interim to our studies, shall relate

A giving hand, though foul, hall have fair In high-born words the worth of many a knight, praife

From tawny Spain, loft in the word's debate. But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill, How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; And shooting well is then accounted ill. But, I proteit, I love to hear him lie,

Thus will I save my credit in the shoot : And I will use him for my minstrelly.

Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, If wounding, then it was to fhew my fkill, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. That more for praise than purpose meant to kill. Beauly.

And, out of question, so it is sometimes; My beauty, tho' but mean, Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; (part, Needs not the painted Aourish of your praise:

When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,

We bend to that the working of the heart : Nor utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

As I, for praise alone, now seek to fpill [ill. A Wit.

The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no In Normandy saw I this Longaville:

A man of sovereign parts he is elteemid; Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms :

('Gainst whom the world cannot hold arguNothing becomes him ill, that he would well :

Persuade my heart to this false perjury; (ment) The only foil of his fair virtue's glofs

Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil)

A woman I forswore; but I will prove Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; (Thou being a goddess) I forswore not thee: Whose edge hath pow's to cut, whose will still My yow was earthly, thou a heavenly love : wills

Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. It should none spare that come within his power. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is ; Pri. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is 't so?

Then thou, fair fun, which on my earth dost Mar. They say to most, that most his humours Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is: [thine, know,


If broken then, it is no fauit of mine;
Pri. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they If by me broke, what fool is not so wife,

To lole an oath to win a paradise?
A Merry Man.
A merrier man,

Within the limit of becoming mirth,

On a day, (alack the day!) I never spent an hour's talk withal.

Love, whose month is ever May, His eye begets occasion for his wit ;

Spy'd a bloffom pafling fair For every object that the one doth catch Playing in the wanton air : The other turns to a mirth-inoving jelt;

Thro' the velvet leaves the wind, Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)

All vnseen, 'gan passage find; Delivers in such apt and gracious words,

That the lover, sick to death,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,

With'd himself the heaven's breath.
And younger hearings are quite ravilhed; Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may
So sweet and voluble is hi, discourse.

Air, would I might triumph so!

But, alack! my hand is sworn, A comical Description of Cupid or Love.

Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn. 0! and I, forfooth, in love!

Vow, alack! for youth unineet, I, that have been love's whip;

Youth to apt to pluck a sweet. A very beadle to a humorous sigh:

Do not call it lin in me, A critic; nay, a night-watch conftable ;

That I am forsworn for thee : A domineering pedant o'er the boy,

Thou for whom ev'n Jove would ficar Than whom no mortal more magnificent!

Juno but an Ethiope were ; This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward | And deny himself for Jove, boy,

Turning mortal for thy love.
This Signior Julio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid,
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,

Commanding Beauty.
Th' anointed sovereign of highs and groans ;

-Who sees the heavenly Rosalind, Liege of all loiterers and malecontents;

That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, Sole imperator, and great general

At the first opening of the gorgeous east,

Bows not his vassal head, and, strucken blind, Of trotting 'paritors : (0 my little heart) And I to be a corporal of his file,

Kisses the base ground with obedient breast : And wear his colours ! like a tumbler's hoop!

What peremptory eagle-sighted cye What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, A woman, that is like a German clock,

That is not blinded by her majesty? Still a-repairing; ever out of frame,

The Power of Love. And never going right, being a watch,

Why, universal plodding prisons up But being watch'd, that it may still go right? The nimble Spirits in the arteries,



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As motion and long during action tires

A Lord Chamberlain or Gentleman Usber. The tinewy vigour of the traveller.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peale ;

And utters it again when God doth please : When would you, my liege-or you-or you~ He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares In leaden contemplation, have found out At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs. Such fiery numbers, as the prompting cyes And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Of beautcous tutors have enrich'd you with ? Hare not tlie grace to grace it with such fhow. Other slow arts entirely keep the brain; This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; And therefore finding barren practisers,

Had he been Adam he had tempted Eve. Scarce thew a harvest of their heavy toil : He can carve too, and lisp: Why this is he But love, firft learned in a lady's eyes,

That kiss’d his hand away in courtesy; Lives not alone immured in the brain;

This is the ape of forin, Monsieur the nice, But, with the motion of all elements,

That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Courses as swift as thought in every pow'r;

In honourable terms: nay, he can ling And gives to ev'ry pow'r a double pow'r, mean most meanly; and in ushering Above their functions and their offices.

Mend him who can : the ladies call him Sweet; It adds a precious seeing to the eye;

The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

This is the flower that smiles on every one, A lover's cars will hear the lowest sound, To show his tceth as white as whale his bone : When the suspicious head of theft is stopt.

And consciences that will not die in debt, Love's feeling is more soft and sensible

Pay him the due of honey-tongu'd Boyet ! Than are the tender horns of cockled snails. Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in Sce where it comes !—Behaviour, what wert ihou For vaiour, is not love a Hercules, (taste. Till this man thew'd thee? and what art thou now? Suill climbing trees in the Hesperides ?

Elegant Compliment ?0 a Lady. Subtle as Sphinx ; as (wect and musical

Fair, gentle, sweet,

[greet As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair: And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods With eyes best seeing Heaven's fiery eye,

Your wit makes wise things foolish : when we Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

By light we lose light: your capacity
Never durft poct touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs :

Is of that nature, as to your huge store [poor.

Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but O, then his eyes would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.

Humble Zeal to please. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive :

That sport most pleases, that doth least knowhow;

When zcal strives to content, and the contents They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes,

Die in the zeal of that which it presents, That shew, contain, and nourish all the world;

Their form confounded makes most form in Else, none at all in auglit proves excellent.


[birth. When great things labouring perish in their Wise Men grratofi Fools in Love. Ri. None are so surely caught, when they are

The Efiets of Love. catch'd,

For your fair fakes have we neglected time, As wit turn'd fool : folly, in wisdom hatch'd,

Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school, Hath much deformid us, fashioning our hu


(mours And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Rof. The blood of youth burns not with such Even to the opposed end of our intents;

And what in us hath secm'd ridiculous-
As gravity's revolt to wantonness. [excess
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strange a notc, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain;

As love is full of unbefitting strains,
As foolery in the wise, when wir doch dote :
Since all the power thereof it doth apply,

Form'd by the eye ; and therefore, like the eye, To prove, by wit, worth in fimplicity.

Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,

Varying in subjects as the eve doth roll
Keenners of Women's Tongues.

To every vary'd object in his glance:
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen Which party-colour'd presence of loose love,
As is the razor's edge invisible,

Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ; 'T harh misbecom d our oaths and gravities, Above the sense of sensi. To sensible

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Seemeth their conference; their conceit hath Suggested us to make them: therefore, ladies, wings

Our love being yours, the error that love makes Fleeter than arrows,bullets,wind, thought, swifter Is likewise yours. things.

Trial of Love.
Ladies masked and unmasked.

If this austere, infociable life
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in the bud ; Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, If frosts, and fatis, hard lodging, and thin weeds,
Are angels sailing clouds, or rotes blown. Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,


But that it bear this trial, and last love ; When all aloud the wind doth blow,
Then, at the expiration of the year,

And coughing drowns the parson's law;
Come challenge me.

And birds fit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nofc looks red and raw;
Fifi and Yefter.
Rof. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron, Then nightly fings the staring owl

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Before I saw you ; and the world's large tongue

Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;

Tu-whit, to-whoo, a merry note,
Full of comparisons, and wounding flours;
Which you on all estates will execute,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
That lie within the mercy of your wit :
Toweed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, & S. MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
And therewithal to win me, if you please,

SHAKS PEARE, (Without the which I am not to be won)

Virtue given to be excried. 1 ou Thall this twelvemonth term, from day to day, THERE is a kind of character in the life

, With groaning wretches: and your task shall be, Fully unfold: thyself and thy belongings With all the fierce endeavour of your wit, Are not thine own so proper, as to waste T'enforce the pained impotent to smile. [death: Thyfelf upon thy virtues, them on thee.

Bir. To more wild laughter in the throat of Heav'n doth with us as we with torches do, It cannot be, it is impossible :

Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. [{pirit, Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike

Ref. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing Asif we had them not. Spirits are not finelytouchid,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace But to fine issues : nor nature never lends
Which Ihallow laughing hearers give to fools : The smallest scruple of her excellence,
A jefi's prosperity lies in the ear

But, like a thrifty goddess, the determines
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Herself the glory of a creditor,
Of him that makes it. Then, if fickly cars, Both thanks and use.
Deaft with the clamours of their own dear groans,

Dislike of Popularity.
Will hear vour idle scorns, continue then,

I love the people, And I will have you, and that fault withal;

But do not like to Itage me to their eyes : Bur if they will not, throw away that spirit,

Though it do well, I do not relith well And I shall find you empty of that fault,

Their loud applause and ave's vehement : i Right joyful of your reformation.

Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
Spring. A Song.

That does affcct it.
When daisies pied, and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all silver white,

Thus can the demi-god, authority,
And cuckow-buds of yellow hue,

Make us pay down for our offence by weight. Do paint thc meadows with delight :

The words of Heav'n: On whom it will, it will; The cuckow, then, on every tree,

On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis jutt. Mocks married men; for thus sings he,

The Consequence of Liberty indulged. Cuckow!

Liscio. Why, how now, Claudio whence Cuckow I cuckow ! O word of fear,

comes this restraint ? Unpleafing to a married car!

Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, lj. When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

As furfeit is the father of much fast, [berty: And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks; So every scope, by the immoderate use, When turtles tread, and rooks and daws; Turns to reitraint. Our natures do pursue,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks; Like rats that ravcn down their proper banc, The cuckow then, on every tree,

A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die. Mocks married men; for thus fings he,

NegleEtcd Laws.
Cuckow !

This new governor
Cuckow ! cuckow ! O word of fear, Awakes me all th' enrolled penalties,
Unpleasing to a married car i

Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by

the wall Winter. A Song When icicles hang by the wall,

So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,

And none of them been worn; and for a name,
And Dick the Thepherd blows his nail;
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
And milk comes frozen home in pail ;

Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name.
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,

Eloquence and Beauty.
Then nightly sings the staring ow!

In her youth

There is a prone and speechless diale&t,
Tu-whit, to-whoo, a merry note,

Such as muves men; beside, the hath a profp'rous
While grcaly Joan doth keel the pot.



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