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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 And high top bald with dry antiquity, [age, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd The opening of his mouth; but suddenly Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush: under which bush's shade 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.
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 PREEMINENCE. THERE's nothing, situate under heaven's 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 watery seas, Endued with intellectual sense or souls, Of more preeminence 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 ineek, 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.
I see, the jewel, best enameled, Will loose 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.
JEALOUSY. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects,
am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou unurg'd wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear, That never object pleasing in thine eye, That never touch well-welcome to thy hand, That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste, Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee.
For slander lives upon succession;
ACT V. A WOMAN'S JEALOUSY MORE 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. [ings; Thou say’st, his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidUnquiet meals make ill digestions, Thereof the raging fire of fever bred; And what's a fever but a fit of madness? Thou say'st, his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls; Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue, But moody and dull melancholy, (Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair); And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?
DESCRIPTION OF A BEGGARLY FORTUNETELLER.
A hungry lean-fac'd villain,
A living dead man: this pernicious slave,
Though now this grained * face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses (I cannot err,) Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
BRAVE conquerors !—for so you are,
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 continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books.
* Furrowed, lined.
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.
An envious sneaping* frost,
A CONCEITED COURTIER.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain:
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony;
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:
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,
A MERRY MAN.
A merrier man,