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A LOVER IN SOLITUDE.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
And, to the nightingale's complaining notes,
What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv❜dt, When women cannot love where they're belov❜d.
INFIDELITY IN A FRIEND.
Who should be trusted now, when one's right Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus,
I am sorry, I must never trust thee more,
Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven nor earth.
INCONSTANCY IN MAN.
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun,
Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd,
FONDNESS OF A FATHER FOR HIS CHILD.
Leon. Are you so fond of your young prince Do seem to be of ours?
If at home, sir,
*Setting aside original sin.
Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
With the pin and web*, but theirs, theirs only,
To do this deed,
Promotion follows: If I could find example
KNOWLEDGE SOMETIMES HURTFUL.
There may be in the cup
A spidert steep'd, and one may drink; depart,
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
* Disorders of the eye.
+ Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time.
How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts*.
ELOQUENCE OF SILENT INNOCENCE.
The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails.
EXPOSING AN INFANT.
Come on, poor babe:
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens,
Innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience.
DESPAIR OF PARDON.
But, O thou tyrant!
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
DESCRIPTION OF A GHOST APPEARING IN A DREAM.
I have heard (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Sometimes her head on one side, some another; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes,
My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me:
I pr'ythee call't; for this ungentle business,
I did in time collect myself; and thought
Dreams are toys:
Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squar'd by this.
THE INFANT EXPOSED.
That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd