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With no less presence*, but with much more love,
THE DECEIT OF ORNAMENT OR APPEARANCES. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracioust voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve ii with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars; Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk? And these assume but valour's excrement, To render them redoubted. Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest that wear most of it: So are those crisped I snaky golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known To be the dowry of a second head, The skull that bred them in the sepulchre. Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.
* Dignity of mien.
+ Wioning favour.
PORTIA'S PICTURE. What find I here? [Opening the leaden casket. Fair Portia's counterfeit*? What demi-god Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs: But her eyes,How could he see to do them? having made one, Methinks it should have power to steal both his, And leave itself unfurnish'd.
SUCCESSFUL LOVER COMPARED TO A CONQUEROR.
Like one of two contending in a prize,
HIS THOUGHTS TO THE INARTICULATE JOYS OF A
There is such confusion in my powers,
Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I'll have my bond: and therefore speak no more, I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool.
To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield
THE BOASTING OF YOUTH.
I'll hold thee any wager, When we are both accouter'd like young men, I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two, And wear my dagger with the braver grace; And speak, between the change of man and boy, With a reed voice; and turn two mincing steps Into a manly stride; and speak of frays, Like a fine bragging youth: and tell quaint lies, How honourable ladies sought my love, Which I denying, they fell sick and died; I could not do with all; then I'll repent, And wish, for all that, that I had not kill'd them: And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell, That men shall swear, I have discontinued school Above a twelvemonth.
AFFECTATION IN WORDS.
THE JEW'S REASON FOR REVENGE. You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Three thousand ducats: I'll not answer that: But, say, it is my humour*: Is it answered ? What if my house be troubled with a rat, And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats To have it baned? What, are you answered yet? Some men there are, love not a gaping pig; Some, that are inad, if they behold a cat;
* Particular fancy.
And others, when the bag-pipe sings i' the nose,
The quality of mercy is not strain’d; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives; and him that takes : "Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this scepter'd sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy season's justice.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
I am never merry, when I hear sweet music.
Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,