Appear'd to me laft night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one fide, fome another;"
I never faw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd, and fo becoming. In pure white robes,
Like very Sanctity, fhe did approach
My cabin where I lay thrice bow'd before me,
And, gafping to begin fome speech, her eyes
Became two fpouts; the fury fpent, anon
Did this break from her:
"Since fate, against thy better difpofition,
"Hath made thy perfon for the throwing out
"Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,"
"Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
"There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
"Is counted loft for ever and for ever, Perdita,
"I pr'ythee, call't. For this ungentle business,
"Put on thee by my Lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee
"Thy wife Paulina
more.”—And so with fhrieks
The Winter's Tale, A. 3. Sc. 3.
Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich :
And, as the fun breaks through the darkeft clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted fkin contents the eye
The Taming of the Shrew, A. 4. Sc. 3.
Affume a virtue, if you have it not,
That monfter cuftom, who all fenfe doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this;
That, to the use of actions fair and good,
He likewife gives a frock or livery
That aptly is put on.. Refrain to-night,
And that fhall lend a kind of eafinefs
To the next abftinence; the next more easy :
For we can almoft change the stamp of Nature,
And either mafter the devil, or throw him
With wond'rous potency.
APPR.E HE, NSION.
The fense of death is moft in apprehenfion;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,.
In corp'ral futf'rance, finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Measure for Meafure A. 3. Sc.
Believe me, Sir, had I such venture forth,-
The better part of my a affections would E
Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
Plucking the grafs, to know where fits the wind;
Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads or
And every object that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
The Merchant of Venice, A.Sc.F.
ART AND NATURE..
Nature is made better by no mean;
But Nature makes that mean: fo over that Art
Which you fay, adds to Nature, is an Art
You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler fcyon to the wildest flock;
And make conceive a bark of bafer kindza
By buds of nobler race. This is an Art
Which does mend Nature, change it rather; but
The Art itself is Nature.
As Jove himfelf does, Jove would ne'er be quiet;
For every pelting, petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder
Nothing but thunder. Merciful heav'n!
Thou rather with thy fharp, fulphur'ous bolt
Split'ft the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the foft myrtle. O, but man! proud man!
Dreft in a little brief authority,
Moft ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glaffy effence, like an angry ape,
Plays fuch fantastic tricks before high heav'n,
As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themfelves laugh mortal.
Meafure for Measure, A, 2. Sc. 4.
"Thou haft feen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar, And the creature run from the cur; there,
There, thou might'ft behold the great image of authority
A dog's obey'd in office it to
Thou rafcal beadle! hold thy bloody hand :
Why doft thou lafh that whore ?Strip thy own back: Thou hotly luft'ft to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'ft her.The ufurer hangs the
Through tatter'd cloaths fmall vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fin with gold,
And the ftrong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags a pigmy's ftraw doth pierce it.
BANISHMENT.:
All places that the eye of heaven vifits
Are to a wife man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy neceffity to reafon thus :
There is no virtue like neceffity.
Think not the king did banish thee,
But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier fit,
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go fay, I fent thee forth to purchase honour,
And not the king exil'd thee. Or fuppofe
Devouring peftilence hangs in our air,
And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
Look what thy foul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou go't, not whence thou com'st.
Suppose the finging-birds, muficians;
The grafs whereon thou tread it, the presence floor;
The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps no more
Than a delightful measure, or a dance:
For gnarled forrow, hath lefs pow'r to bite
The man that mocks at it, and fets it light.
King Richard II. A. 1. Sc. 3.
The evil that thou caufeft to be done,
That is thy means to live. Doft thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
of
From fuch a filthy vice? Say to thyself,
From their abominable and beatly touches
I drink, I eat, airay myfelt and live.
Canft thou believe thy living is a life?
So ftinkingly depending? Go, mend! mend!
Canis Measure for Measure, A, 3. Sc. z.
BEAUTIFUL BONY.
vour theesuroDear lad, believe itp.
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That fay thou art a man: Diena's lip
Is not more fmooth and rubious; thy fmall pipe
Is, as the maiden's organ, thrill and sound ;
And all is femblative a woman's part.
Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 2.
TS) BAEPÀOUvroča bo roli tait
There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple:
If the ill fpirit have fo fair a houfe, b
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
"Tis beauty truly bent whofe red and white
Nature's own (weet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruell'it the alive,
If you will lead thefe graces to the grave.
And leave the world no copy.
Twelfth Night, A. 1. Sc. 5.
que pile*** Beauty
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by bafe fale of chapmen's tongues:
Love's Labour Loft. A. 2. Sc. 1.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
Romeo and Juliet, A, 1. Sc. 4.
GG ARTS.
I know them, yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmoft fcruple:
Scambling, out-facing, fafhion-mong'ring boys,
That lye, and cog, and flout, deprave and flander,
Go antickly, and fhew an outward hideousness,
And fpeak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durft;
And this is alliroq ngand yes and ter left valuto
Much Ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. 4.
BRUT U S.
(His Character.)
This was the nobleft Roman of them all;
All the confpirators fave only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar ;
He only in a generous honeft thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.et i
His life was gentle; and the elements lliw egois booD So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And fay to all the world, This was a Man!
Julius Cæfar, A. 5. Sc. laft.
No might nor greatness in mortality, you tuned ai
Can cenfure fcape back-wounding Calumnya on
The whiteft virtue ftrikes. What king fo ftrongyl
Can tie the gall up in the fland'rous tongue flow row I
Meafure for Measure, A. 3. Sc. 2.
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