If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; THE SEVEN AGES. All the world's a stage. And all the men and women merely players: And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice 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: As friends remember'd* not Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c. ACT III. A SHEPHERD'S PHILOSOPHY. I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends:-That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun. That he, that hath learned no wit by nature or art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. CHARACTER OF AN HONEST AND SIMPLE SHEPHERD Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck. DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER. A lean cheek; which you have not; a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit;f which you have not; a beard neglected; which you have not:-but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue: Then your hose should be ungarter † A spirit averse to conversation + Estate. * Remembering. ed, your bonet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man: you are rather point-device* in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other. REAL PASSION DISSEMBLED. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevisht boy: yet he talks well; But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases those that hear, It is a pretty youth: not very pretty: But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him: He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differ ence Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. I have more cause to hate him than to love him: He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; I marvel, why I answer'd not again: ACT IV. THE VARIETIES OF MELANCHOLY. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; + Silly. *Over-exact. nor the courtiers, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice;* nor the lover's, which is all of these. MARRIAGE ALTERS THE TEMPER OF BOTH SEXES. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than &, Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a byen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep. CUPID'S PARENTAGE. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought,† conceiv'd of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love. OLIVER'S DESCRIPTION OF HIS DANGER WHEN SLEEPING. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, And high top bald with dry antiquity, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. ACT V. LOVE. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears; It is to be all made of faith and service; It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, COMEDY OF ERRORS. ACT II. MAN'S PRE-EMINENCE. THERE'S nothing, situate under heav'ns eye, But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Are their males' subject, and at their controls: Men, more divine, the masters of all these, Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas, Indued with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords: Then let your will attend on their accords. PATIENCE EASIER TAUGHT THAN PRACTISED Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause; They can be meek, that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. DEFAMATION. I see, the jewel, best enamelled, Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, |