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The mind of Shakspere was as a magic mirror, in which all human nature's possible forms and combinations were present, intuitively and inherently-not conceived-but as connatural portions of his own humanity."
I set you up a glass,
Where you may see the inmost part of you.
ACCORDING TO THEIR RESPECTIVE VIRTUES AND
It much repairs me To talk of your good father: In his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe To-day in our young lords; but they may jest, Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, Ere they can hide their levity in honour. So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, His equal had awaked them; and his honour Clock to itself, knew the true minute, when Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him, He used as creatures of another place, And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility,
In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which follow'd well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward.
His plausive words
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
To repair signifies to renovate.
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue;
He is gracious, if he be observed©;
Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he 's flint;
Never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine.
The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
I have spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.
This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
Has an attention shown him.
He abounds in capricious fancies, as winter abounds in moisture.
And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
Of human dealings.
I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Your desert speaks loud, and I should wrong it,
The man is noble, and his fame folds in
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That, to the observer, doth thy history
Thou had'st rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf,
Than flatter him in a bower.
In thy face I see
The map of honour, truth, and loyalty.
He's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all sortsf enchantingly beloved. 10-i. 1.
He is precise;
Stands at a guards with envy; scarce confesses,
Well spoken of by the world.