LOVE DISSEMBLED.

Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
'Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well.

But what care I for words? Yet words do well,
When he that speaks them pleases thofe that hear:
It is a pretty youth-not very pretty:

But fure he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him.
He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him
Is his complexion; and fafter than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up :
He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall;
His leg is but fo fo, and yet 'tis well:
There was a pretty redness in his lip,

A little riper and more lufty red

Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
Betwixt the conftant red and mingled damask.

There be fome women, Sylvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels, as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not, nor hate him not: and yet

I have more cause to hate him than to love him ;
For what had he to do to chide at me?

He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black;
And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me :

I marvel, why I anfwer'd not again;

But that's all one, omittance is no quittance.
As You Like It,

LOVE INSPIRED BY

O, my Lord,

A.

3.

Sc.4

PEACE.

When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a foldier's eye:
That lik'd, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking in the name of Love:
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant; in their rooms
Come thronging foft and delicate defires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is;
Saying I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 1. Sc.

LOVE IN WOMEN.
-There is no woman's fides

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bear the beating of fo ftrong a paffion, love doth give my heart: no woman's heart big to hold fo much; they lack retention. s! their love may be call'd appetite : motion of the liver, but the palate, at fuffers furfeit, cloyment, and revolt: mine is all as hungry as the fea,

i can digeft as much. Make no compare ween that love a woman can hear me,

d that I owe Olivia.

Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 3.

LOVE MESSENGER.

There is alighted at your gate Venetian, one that comes before fignify th' approaching of his lord,

young

om whom he bringeth fenfible regreets;
› wit, befides commends and courteous breath,
fts of rich value: yet, I have not seen
likely an ambaffador of love.

day in April never came fo fweet,

> fhew how coftly fummer was at hand, this fore-fpurrer comes before his lord.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 9.

what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

the contempt and anger of his lip!

murd'rous guilt fhews not itfelf more foon,

han love that would feem hid: love's night is noon. fario, by the roses of the spring,

y maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
love thee fo, that maugre all thy pride,

or wit nor reason can my paffion hide.
o not extort thy reasons from this clause;
or that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause :

ut rather reason thus with reafon fetters

ove fought is good; but given unfought, is better.

Twelfth Night, A. 3. Sc. I.

2 OVER.

f thou remember'ft not the flighteft folly That ever love did make thee run into ;

Thou haft not lov'd.

Or, if thou haft not fat, as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou haft not lov'd..

Or, if thou haft not broke from company
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me,
'Thou haft not lov'd.

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 4

O, fo light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlafting flint.

A lover may beftride the goffamer

That idles in the wanton fummer air,

And yet not fall, fo light is vanity.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 2. Sc. 6.

LOVER'S COMMENDATION.

What you do,

Still betters what is done. When you speak, (fweet)
I'd have you do it ever; when you fing,
I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms;
Pray fo; and for the ord'ring your affairs,

To fing them too. When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' fea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move ftill, still so,

And own no other function.

So fingular in each particular,

Each your doing,

Crowns what you're doing in the present deeds,

That all your acts are queens.

The Winter's Tale, A. 4. Sc.

LOVER'S HERALD.

-Love's heralds fhould be thoughts, Which ten times fafter glide than the fun-beams, Driving back fhadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 3. S.5

LOVER'S vow.

I fwear to thee by Cupid's ftrongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the fimplicity of Venus' doves,

By that which knitteth fouls, and profpers loves;
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queen,
When the falfe Trojan under fail was feen;
By all the vows that ever men have broke;
In number more than ever woman spoke ;
In that fame place thou haft appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

A Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 1. Sc. 1.

LOYALTY.

Mine honesty and I begin to fquare;
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord,
Does conquer him that did his mafter conquer,
And earns a place i' th' story.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 9.

LUXURY.

You're too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
Amifs to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to fit

And keep the turn of tipling with a flave,

To reel the ftreets at noon, and stand the buffet

With knaves that fmell of fweat; fay this becomes him;

As his compofure must be rare, indeed,

Whom these things cannot blemish; yet must Antony
No way excufe his foils, when we do bear

So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuoufnefs;

Full furfeits, and the drynefs of his bones,
Call on him for 't: but to confound fuch time,
That drums him from his fport, and fpeaks as loud
As his own state, and ours; 'tis to be chid,

As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their prefent pleasure,
And fo rebel to judgment.
Ibid. A. 1. Sc. 5.

MACBETH'S CHARACTER.
Yet do I fear thy nature ;

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be
Art not without ambition, but without

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great;

The

The illness fhould attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily: wouldft not play false,

And yet wouldft wrongly win: thou 'dit have great Glamis That which cries, Thus thou muft do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou doft fear to do,

Thou wishest should be undone.

MADNESS.

By mine honefty,

Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. j.

If the be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddest frame of fenfe;
Such a dependency of thing on thing,

As e'er I heard in madnefs.

Meafure for Meafure, A. 5. Sc.1.

Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met e'en now
As mad as the vext fea; finging aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,
With burdocks, hemlock, nettle, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow

In our fuftaining corn.

King Lear, A. 4. Sc. 4.

O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue, fword;
Th' expectancy and rofe of the fair ftate,

The glafs of fashion, and the mould of form,
Th' obferv'd of all obfervers! Quite, quite down!
am of ladies most deject and wretched,

I

That fuck'd the honey of his music vows:

Now fee that noble and most sov'reign reason,
Like fweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh ;
That unmatch'd form, and feature of blown youth,
Blafted with ecstasy. O, woe is me!

T' have seen what I have seen; see what I fee.

MAGISTRATE.

Hamlet, A. 3. Sc. &

He who the fword of heaven will bear,

Should be as holy as fevere:
Pattern in himfelf to know,
Grace to ftand, and virtue go;
More nor lefs to others paying,
Than by felf-offences weighing.

Shame