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Swell with the touches of those flower- Full of wise saws and modern instances; soft hands,

And so he plays his part. The sixth That yarely frame the office. From the barge

Into the lean and slipper'd Pantaloon, A strange invisible perfume hits the With spectacles on nose, and pouch op

side; Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast His youthful hose well saved, a world Her people out upon her; and Antony, too wide Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit For his shrunk shank; and his big alone,

manly voice, Whistling to the air; which, but for Turning again toward childish treble, vacancy,

pipes Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And whistles in his sound. Last scene And make a gap in nature.

of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere obli

vion, THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans

everything. [From As You Like It.]

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players :

THE USES OF ADVERSITY. They have their exits and their en

[From As You Like It.] trances; And one man in his time plays many Now my co-mates, and brothers in exile, parts,

Hath not old custom made this life more His acts being seven ages. At first, sweet the Infant,

Than that of painted pomp? are not Mewling and puking in the nurse's these woods

More free from peril than the envious And then, the whining School-boy, with court? his satchel,

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, And shining morning face, creeping The seasons' difference; as the icy fang, like snail

And churlish chiding of the winter's Unwillingly to school. And then, the wind, Lover,

Which, when it bites and blows upon Sighing like furnace, with a woful

my body, ballad

Even 'till I shrink with cold, I smile, Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a Soldier;

This is no flattery; these are counsellors Full of strange oaths, and bearded like That feelingly persuade me what I am.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in Which, like the toad, ugly and venoquarrel,

mous, Seeking the bubble reputation

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. Even in the cannon's mouth. And And this our life, exempt from public then, the Justice,

haunt, In fair round belly, with good capon Finds tongues in trees, books in the lined,

running brooks, With eyes severe, and beard of formal Sermons in stones, and good in every cut,



and say,

the pard,


[From As You Like It.)
Blow, blow thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing heigh ho! unto the

green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving

mere folly:
Then heigh, ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.



[From Merchant of Venice.] SIGNIOR Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me About my monies and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufference is the badge of all our

tribe; You call me — misbeliever, cut-throat

dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my

help: Go to then; you come to me, and you

say, “Shylock, we would have monies":

you say so; You that did void your rheum upon my

beard, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit: What should I say to you? should I

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not. Heigh, ho! sing heigh ho! etc.

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What damned error, but some sober brow His sceptre shows the force of temporal
Will bless it, and approve it with a text, power,
Hiding the grossness with fair orna- The attribute to awe and majesty,

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of
There is no vice so simple, but assumes kings;
Some mark of virtue on its outward parts. But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
How many cowards, whose hearts are It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings,
all as false

It is an attribute to God himself; As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their And earthly power doth then show chins

likest God's, The beards of Hercules and frowning When mercy seasons justice. ThereMars;

fore, Jew, Who, inward search’d, have livers white Though justice be thy plea, consider as milk?

this, And these assume but valor's excrement, That, in the course of justice, none of To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,

Should see salvation. We do pray for And you shall see 'tis purchased by the mercy; weight;

And that same prayer doth teach us all Which therein works a miracle in nature, to render Making them lightest that wear most of

The deeds of mercy.
it :
So are those crisped snaky golden locks,
Which make such wanton gambols with
the wind,

Upon supposed fairness, often known
To be the dowry of a second head,

[From Merchant of Venice.] The skull that bred them in the sepul- | How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon chre.

this bank! Thus ornament is but the guiled shore Here will we sit, and let the sounds of To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf

Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, night The seeming truth which cunning times Become the touches of sweet harmony. put on

Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of To entrap the wisest.

heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright

gold: MERCY.

There's not the smallest orb, which thou

behold'st, (From Merchant of Venice.]

But in his motion like an angel sings, The quality of Mercy is not strain'd; Still quiring to the young-eyed cheruit droppeth, as the gentle rain from bims, heaven,

Such harmony is in immortal souls; Upon the place beneath. It is twice But whilst this muddy vesture of decay bless'd;

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear It blesseth him that gives and him that it. takes.

Come, ho, and wake Diana with a 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it be- hymn!

With sweetest touches pierce your mis. The thronèd monarch better than his


tress' ear, And draw her home with music.



QUEEN ELIZABETH. [From Midsummer Night's Dream.]

I saw, but thou could'st not,
Flying between the cold moon and the

Cupid all-armed: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal thronéd by the west,
And loosed his love-shaft smartly from

his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand

hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the

watery moon, And the imperial votaress passéd on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one

So, with two seeming bodies, but one

heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one

crest. And will you rent our ancient love

asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor

It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly :
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for

Though I alone do feel the injury.


BEATRICE. (From Midsummer Night's Dream.]

[From Much Ado about Nothing.] The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

DISDAIN and scorn ride sparkling in her Doth glance from heaven to earth, from eyes, earth to heaven;

Misprising what they look on; and her

wit And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's Values itself so highly, that to her pen

All matter else seems weak; she cannot Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy

love, nothing

Nor take no shape nor project of affecA local habitation and a name.

She is so self-endeared,
I never yet saw man,

How wise, how noble, young, how

rarely featured, [From Midsummer Night's Dream.]

But she would spell him backward; if

fair-faced, O, AND is all forgot? She'd swear the gentleman should be All school-days' friendship, childhood

her sister; innocence?

If black, why, nature, drawing of an We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,

antic, Have with our needles created both one Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance illflower,

headed; Both on one sampler, sitting on one If low, an agate very vilely cut: cushion,

If speaking, why, a vane blown with all Both warbling of one song, both in one winds : key;

If silent, why, a block moved with none. As if our hands, our sides, voices, and So turns she every man the wrong side

minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew

And never gives to truth and virtue, that together,

Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.



[From Much Ado about Nothing.] Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;

Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never :

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe

Into, Hey nonny, nonny.


[From Taming of the Shrew.] FOR 'tis the mind that makes the body

rich: And as the sun breaks through the

darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
What! is the jay more precious than

the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautif:13
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the

O, no, good Kate: neither art thou the

worse For this poor furniture and mean array.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo

Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leavy,

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe

Into, Hey nonny, nonny.


[From Taming of the Shrew.] FIE, fie! unknit that threatening unkind

brow; And dart not scornful glances from

those eyes,

ernor :

To wound thy lord, thy king, thy gov

It blots thy beauty, as frost bites the A WOMAN'S TONGUE.

meads : [From Taming of the Shrew.]

Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake

fair buds; THINK you, a little din can daunt my And in no sense is meet, or amiable. ears?

A woman moved is like a fountain Have I not in my time heard lions troubled, roar?

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of Have I not heard the sea, puffd up beauty; with winds,

And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Rage like an angry boar, chafed with Will deign to sip or touch one drop of sweat?

it. Have I not heard great ordnance in the Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy field,

keeper, And heaven's artillery thunder in the Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares skies?

for thee, Have not in a pitched battle heard And for thy maintenance; commits his Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and body trumpets' clang?

To painful labor, both by sea and land; And do you tell me of a woman's To watch the night in storms, the day tongue;

in cold, That gives not half so great a blow to While thou liest warm at home, secure

and safe; As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire. And craves no other tribute at thy hands,

the ear,

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