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Write till your ink be dry: and with your tears
Moist it again; and frame some feeling line;
That may discover such integrity :-
For Orpheus' lute was strung with post's sinews;
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
At that time I made her weep a-good,*
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning
For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved there withal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead;
If I'in thought felt not her very sorrow!
A LOVER IN SOLITUDE.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale’s complaining notes,
Tune my distresses, and recordt my woes,
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;
Lest growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was!
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!
What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? • In good earnest.
0, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,
When women cannot love where they're belov'd.
INFIDELITY IN A FRIEND.
Who should be trusted now, when one's right
Is perjur’d to the bosom? Proteus,
I am sorry, I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake
The private wound is deepest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of heaven, nor earth.
INCONSTANCY IN MAN.
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one erroj
Fills him with faults.
WE were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk is the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we ehang'd,
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did: Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answerd hea
Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition cleared,
* Felt, experienced. † Setting aside original sin.
FONDNESS OF A FATHER FOR HIS CHILD,
Leon. Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours?
If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy:
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty:) horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clucks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,* but theirs, theirs only,. That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
REGICIDES DETESTABLE. To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Of thousands that had struck anointed kings, And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villany itself forswear't.
KNOWLEDGE SOMETIMES HURTFUL.
There may be in the cup
A spidert steep'd, and one may drink: depart,
* Disorders of the eye.
+ Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is pot infected: but if one present
The abhor'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts.*
ELOQUENCE OF SILENT INNOCENCE.
The silence often of
pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails.
Come on, poor babe; Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity.
ACT III. .
Innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience.
But, O thou tyrant! Do not repent these things; for they are heavier Than all thy woes can stir; therefore betake thee To nothing but despair. A thousand knees Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Upon a barren mountain, and still winter In storm perpetual, could not move the gods To look that way thou wert.
DESCRIPTION OF A GHOST APPEARING IN A DREAM.
I have heard (bui not believ'd) the spirits of the
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night; fox ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one side, some another:
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes,
Like very sanctity, she did approach
My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me.
And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her: Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better disposition,
Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,-
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,
I prythee, call’t; for this ung entle business,
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see
Thy wife Paulina more:-and so, with shrieks,
She melted into air., Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself; and thought
This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys:
Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squar'd by this.
THE INFANT EXPOSED.
That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos’d
To loss, and what may follow !-Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds: and most accurs d am I,
To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell!
The day frowns more and more; thou art like to
have A lullaby too rough.
A CLOWN'S DESCRIPTION OF A WRECK. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: 0, the most pitious cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,To see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and said his name was An