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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 adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance.
COMEDY OF ERRORS,
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, bruisd with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdend with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.
I see, the jewel, best enamelled, Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, That others touch, yet often touching will Wear gold; and so no man, that hath a name, But falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects, I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st
That never words were music to thine ear,
For slander lives upon succession;
ACT V. A WOMAN'S JEALOUSY MOPE DEADLY THAN POISON.
The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing: And thereof comes it that his head is light. Thou say'st, his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraid
A hungry lean-fac'd villain,
And with no face, as 'twere outfacing me,
Though now this grained* face of mine be hid
LOVE'S LABOUR’S LOST.
VANITY OF PLEASURE.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, .
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual 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 otthon 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,
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,
АСТ II. HUMOUROUS DESCRIPTION OF LOVE. 0!-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,f king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great general of trotting paritorsto 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?
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
('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 me.