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And with no face, as 'twere outfacing me,
Though now this grained* face of mine be hid
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
BRAVE conquerors!—for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires.
VANITY OF PLEASURE.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas’d, doth inherit pain.
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Small have contínual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others, books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights,
Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name.
* Furrowed, lined.
An envious sneaping* frost, That bites the first born infants of the spring.
A CONCEITED COURTIER.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain: One, whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; A man of compliments, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: This child of fancy, that Armado hight, t
For interim to our studies, shall relate, In high-born words, the worth of many a knight
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate.
My beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.
A MERRY MAN.
A merrier man,
HUMOUROUS DESCRIPTION OF LOVE.
O!-And I, forsooth, 'in love! I, that have been
love's whip; A very beadle to a humourous sigh: A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! This wimpled," whining, purblind, wayward boy; This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arm, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malecontents, Dread prince of plackets,t king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great general Of trotting paritorsi-O my little heart! And I to be a corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a repairing; ever out of frame; And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right?
('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Persuade my heart to this false perjury ?
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in mo.
+ Petticoats. # The officers of the spiritual courts who servo citations.
If broken then, it is no fault of mine; If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise ?
On a day, (alack the day!)
THE POWER OF LOVE.
Subtle as sphinx, as sweet and musical,
JEST AND JESTER. Your task shall be With all the fierce* endeavour of your wit, To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of
death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,