Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mint, favoury, marjoram ; The marygold that goes to bed with th' fun, And with him rifes, weeping: These are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
GARLANDS FOR YOUTH.
Now, my fairest friend,
I would I had fome flowers o' th' spring, that might Become your time of day; and yours, and yours That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing; O Proferpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phebus in his ftrength (a malady Moft incident to maids ;) bold ox-lips, and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The fleur-de-lis being one, O, these I lack To make you garlands of, and my fweet friend To ftrew him o'er and o'er.
GIFTS FROM A LOVER.
Sooth, when I was young,
And handed love as you do, I was wont
To load my fhe with knacks: I would have ranfack'd The pedlar's filken treasury, and have pour'd it To her acceptance; you have let him And nothing marted with him. If your Interpretation fhould abuse, and call this Your lack of love or bounty; you were ftraited For a reply, at least, if you make care Of happy holding her.
Glory is like a circle in the water; Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
King Henry VI. Part I. A. 1. Sc. 6.
Which buys admittance, oft it doth; yea, makes Diana's rangers, falfe themfelves, yield up
Their deer to th' ftand o' th' ftealer: and 'tis gold, Which makes the true man kill'd, and faves the thief: Nay fometimes, hangs both thief and true man. Can it not do, and undo?
Cymbeline, A. 2. Sc. 4.
How quickly Nature
Falls to revolt when gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their fleep with thought, their brains with care, Their bones with induftry; for this engroffed The canker'd heaps of flrange-atchieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to inveft Their fons with arts, and martial exercifes: When, like the bee culling of every flower,
Our thighs are pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, Are murder'd for our pains.
Henry IV. Part II. A. 4. Sc. z.
GOOD DEEDS.
That light we fee is burning in my hall; How far that little candle throws his beams! So fhines a good deed in a naughty world.
The Merchant of Venice, A. 5. Sc. 1.
A GOOD HEART.
A fpeaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballad ;---a good leg will fall, a ftraight back will floop, a black beard will turn white, a curl'd pate will grow bald, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow ;---but a good heart, Kate, is the fun and the moon, or rather the fun and not the moon; for it fhines bright, and never changes, but keeps his courfe truly.
That man i' th' world who fhall report he has A better wife, let him in nought be trusted, For fpeaking falfe in that. Thou art alone, If thy rare qualities, fweet gentleness, Thy meeknefs faint-like, wife-like government, Obeying in commanding, and thy parts Sov'reign and pious elfe, could fpeak thee out, The queen of earthly queens.
And, like her true nobility, fhe has Carried herself towards me.
King Henry VIII. A. 2. Sc. 7.
GRATITUDE.
I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father, Which I did store to be my foster nurse When service fhould in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and he that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the fparrow, Be comfort to my age: here is the gold; All this I give you, let me be your fervant.
As You Like It, A. z. Sc. 3.
Let never day or night unhallow'd pafs, But ftill remember what the Lord hath done.
King Henry VI. Part II. A. 2. Sc. z.
There are a fort of men, whofe vifages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful ftilnefs entertain, With purpose to be dreft in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who fhould fay, I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! O, my Anthonio, I do know of thofe That therefore only are reputed wife For faying nothing; who, I'm very fure,
If they fhould fpeak, would almost damn thofe ears, Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools. The Merchant of Venice, A 1. Sc. 1,
Great men have reaching hands: oft have I ftruck Those that I never faw-and ftruck them dead.
Henry VI. Part II. A. 4. Sc. 7. "Tis certain, Greatness once fall'n out with Fortune, Muft fall out with men too: What the decline is, He fhall as foon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, Shew not their mealy wings but to the fummer; And not a man, for being fimply man,
Hath any honour, but honour by thofe honours That are without him, as place, riches, favour, Prizes of accident as oft as merit, Which, when they fall (as being flippery ftanders), The love that lean'd on them, as flippery too, Doth one pluck down another, and together Die in the fall. The foul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.
Troilus and Creffida, A. 3. Sc. 7.
Ant. and Cleop. A. 4. Sc. 9.
GRECIAN YOUTH S.
The Grecian youths are full of fubtle quality; They 're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of Nature Flowing, and fwelling o'er with arts and exercife. How novelties may move, and parts with person! Alas! a kind of godly jealoufy,
Which I beseech you call a virtuous fin,
Troilus and Creffida, A. 4. Sc. 6.
That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.
King Henry VIII. A. 3. Sc. 1.
I pray thee cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a fieve; give not me counsel, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But fuch a one whofe wrongs do fuit with mine. Bring me a father that fo lov'd his child, Whofe joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience;
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, And let it answer every ftrain for ftrain,
As thus for thus, and fuch a grief for fuch, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form; If fuch a one will fmile, and ftroke his beard, And forrow wag; cry hem! when he should groan; Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk With candle-wafters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
Much Ado about Nothing, A. 5. Sc. 1.
I will inftruct my forrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner ftout. To me, and to the ftate of my great grief, Let kings affemble; for my grief's fo great That no fupporter but the huge firm earth an hold it up here I and forrow fit: Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it.
Grief fills the room up of my abfent child; Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reafon to be fond of grief. Fare you well; had you fuch lofs as I,
I could give better comfort than you do. Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 3. Each fubftance of a grief hath twenty fhadows, Which fhew like grief itfelf, but are not fo: For Sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perfpectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Shew nothing but confufion; eyed awry, Diftinguish form.
King Richard II. A. 2. Sc. 2.
Seems, Madam! nay it is; I know not feems: 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black, Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful River ia the eye,
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