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Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter;-like favourites,
A SCORNFUL AND SATYRICAL BEAUTY.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprising what they look on; and her wit Values itself so highly, that to her
All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,
I never yet saw man,
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd,
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all wind:
O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Comes not that blood as modest evidence, To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious* bed:
A FATHER LAMENTING HIS DAUGHTER'S INFAMY.
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame†?
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again.
INNOCENCE DISCOVERED BY THE COUNTENANCE.
A thousand blushing apparitions start
I know not: If they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
+ Disposition of things.
Nor age so eat up my invention,
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS.
For it so falls out,
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit,
Than when she liv'd indeed.
But manhood is melted into courtesies§, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it.
COUNSEL OF NO WEIGHT IN MISERY.
pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve; give not me counsel;
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
But there is no such man: For, brother, men
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel, My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
SATIRE ON THE STOIC PHILOSOPHERS.
I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
Hold you content: What man! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all.
VILLAIN TO BE NOTED.
Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him.
The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
THY hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee
Adonis painted by a running brook: