Give me your hand, Bassanio: fare you well! to let the wretched man outlive his wealth, say how I loved you, speak me fair in death; W. SHAKESPEARE 954 LOVE HE season comes with you THE when love that's innocent may well be wise. But not inevitably one with wisdom is innocent love at all times and with all. Love changes with the changing life of man: revels or storms and spends itself in passion. the roots of neighbouring forest trees have crept,- perhaps on alien passions: still it grows and lacks not force nor freshness: but this age a love that clings not nor is exigent, nor drains their source; but proffers with free grace a quenching of his thirst, a sweet repose, where loving much the flower that loves the shade, he yet is unbewildered, unenslaved, thence starting light and pleasantly let go 955 SEBASTIAN AND NICUSA HIS NEPHEW ON A Nic. Seb. D DESERT ISLAND O they live still? Yes and make to harbour. Nic. Most miserable men! I grieve their fortunes. Seb. How happy had they been, had the sea covered them! they leap from one calamity to another; had they been drowned, they had ended all their sorrows. What shouts of joy they make! Nic. Alas, poor wretches! had they but once experience of this island, Seb. Nay, to curses, that ever they set foot on such calamities: serpents and ugly things, the shames of nature, roots of malignant tastes, foul standing waters. Nic. Oh, uncle, yet a little memory 956 of what we were! 'twill be a little comfort when we were seated in our blesséd homes, Y J. FLETCHER MANFRED ON THE JUNGFRAU My Mother Earth! and thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye. art a delight-thou shin'st not on my heart. And you, ye crags, upon whose extreme edge and my brain reels-and yet my foot is firm; if it be life to wear within myself thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister, well may'st thou swoop so near me-I should be LORD BYRON 957 K. H. KING HENRY V-CHIEF JUSTICE YOU U all look strangely on me:-and you most; you are, I think, assured I love you not. C. 7. I am assured, if I be measured rightly, your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. K. H. No! how might a prince of my great hopes forget so great indignities you laid upon me? What! rate, rebuke and roughly send to prison the immediate heir of England! Was this easy? May this be washed in Lethe and forgotten? C. 7. I then did use the person of your father; the image of his power lay then in me: and, in the administration of his law, whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, your highness pleased to forget my place, the majesty and power of law and justice, the image of the king whom I presented, and struck me in my very seat of judgment; 958 Vul. whereon, as an offender to your father, and did commit you. If the deed were ill, G VULCAN-PHOEBUS W. SHAKESPEARE OOD morrow, Phoebus; what's the news abroad? for thou seest all things in the world are done, men act by daylight, or the sight of sun. Pha. Sometime I cast my eye upon the sea, to see the tumbling seal or porpoise play. Yonder the labouring plowman drives his team. Here spy I cattle feeding; forests there stored with wild beasts; here shepherds with their lasses piping beneath the trees while their flocks gaze. No emperor walks forth, but I see his state: I see all coronations, funerals, marts, fairs, assemblies, pageants, sights and shows. No hunting but I better see the chase, than they that rouse the game. T. HEYWOOD 959 THE MISeries oF ROYALTY HARD condition! twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath of every fool, whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect, And what have kings, that privates have not too, what is the soul of adoration? art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, wherein thou art less happy being fear'd, than they in fearing. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, but poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness, and bid thy ceremony give thee cure! think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out with titles blown from adulation? will it give place to flexure and low bending? canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, that play'st so subtly with a king's repose; I am a king that find thee; and I know, can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; |