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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,
[From As You Like It.)
As man's ingratitude;
Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing heigh ho! unto the
green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving
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,
As benefits forgot:
As friend remember'd not. Heigh, ho! sing heigh ho! etc.
‘Hath a dog money? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?"
What damned error, but some sober brow His sceptre shows the force of temporal
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of
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.
[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
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,
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,
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
THE POWER OF IMAGINATION.
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
Nor take no shape nor project of affecA local habitation and a name.
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.
SIGH NO MORE, LADIES.
[From Much Ado about Nothing.] Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE,
[From Taming of the Shrew.] FOR 'tis the mind that makes the body
rich: And as the sun breaks through 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,
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
A WIFE'S DUTY.
[From Taming of the Shrew.] FIE, fie! unknit that threatening unkind
brow; And dart not scornful glances from
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,