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thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
PLAY-FELLOWS. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled, and inseparable.
Were it not better,
other cowards have, That do outface it with their semblances. * Cutlass.
SOLITUDE PREFERRED TO A COURT LIFE, AND THE
ADVANTAGES OF ADVERSITY. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons'difference; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and
say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
REFLECTIONS ON THE WOUNDED STAG.
Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
1 Lord. Indeed, my lord,
you. To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him, as he lay along
* Barbed arrows.
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle?
1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes.
GRATITUDE IN AN OLD SERVANT.
Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed,
DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER.
0, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
company, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not lov'd.
DESCRIPTION OF A FOOL, AND HIS MORALIZING ON
TIME. Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke; And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine;
And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven:
Duke S. What fool is this?
if ladies be but young, and fair, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage ---he hath strange places cramm'a With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms.
A FOOL'S LIBERTY OF SPEECH. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: And they that are most galled with my folly, They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? The why is plain as way to parish church: He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
APOLOGY FOR SATIRE. Why, who cries out on pride, * The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat.