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let not the hours of this ungodly day
wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
set arméd discord 'twixt these perjur'd kings!
hear me, O, hear me !




Dor. THY voice sends forth such music, that I never

Were every servant in the world like thee,
so full of goodness, angels would come down
to dwell with us; thy name is Angelo,
and like that name thou art; get thee to rest,

thy youth with too much watching is opprest. Ang. No, my dear lady, I could weary stars,

and force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes,
by my late watching, but to wait on you.
When at your prayers you kneel before the altar,
methinks I'm singing with some quire in heaven,
so blest I hold me in your company.
Therefore, my most lov'd mistress, do not bid
your boy, so serviceable, to get hence;

for then you break his heart. Dor. Be nigh me, still, then;

in golden letters down I'll set that day
which gave thee to me. Little did I hope
to meet such worlds of comfort in thyself,
this little, pretty body; when I, coming
forth of the temple, heard my beggar-boy,
my sweet-faced, godly beggar-boy crave an alms,
which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand !-
And, when I took thee home, my most chaste bosom,
methought was filled with no hot wanton fire,
but with a holy flame, mounting since higher,
on wings of cherubim, than it did before.





CANNOT praise thy marriage-choices, son,

rather approved them not: but thou didst plead divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st find some occasion to infest our foes.

I state not that; this I am sure, our foes
found soon occasion thereby to make thee
their captive and their triumph; thou the sooner
temptation foundest, or over-potent charms,
to violate the sacred trust of silence
deposited within thee; which to have kept
tacit was in thy power: true; and thou bearest
enough, and more, the burden of that fault.
Bitterly hast thou paid, and still art paying,
that rigid score; a worse thing yet remains.-
This day the Philistines a popular feast
here celebrate in Gaza; and proclaim
great pomp, and sacrifice, and praises loud,
to Dagon, as their god, who hath delivered
thee, Samson, bound and blind into their hands,
them out of thine, who slewest them many a slain:
so Dagon shall be magnified, and God,
besides whom is no god, compared with idols,
disglorified, blasphemed, and had in scorn
by the idolatrous rout amidst their wine;
which to have come to pass by means of thee,
Samson, of all thy sufferings think the heaviest,
of all reproach the most with shame that ever
could have befallen thee and thy father's house.




IMPOSTOR, do not charge most innocent Nature with her abundance. She, good cateress, means her provision only to the good, that live according to her sober laws, and holy dictate of spare Temperance. If every just man, that now pines with want, had but a moderate and beseeming share of that which lewdly-pampered Luxury now heaps upon some few with vast excess, nature's full blessings would be well dispensed in unsuperfluous even proportion, and she no whit encumbered with her store; and then the giver would be better thanked, his praise due paid: for swinish Gluttony F. S. III.


ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast,
but with besotted base ingratitude
crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
or have I said enow? To him that dares
arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
against the sun-clad power of Chastity,
fain would I something say; yet to what end?
Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend
the sublime notion, and high mystery,
that must be uttered to unfold the sage
and serious doctrine of Virginity;
and thou art worthy that thou shouldest not know
more happiness than this thy present lot.


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Vio Y, but I know,-
Duke. what dost thou know?
Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe;

in faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
as it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,

I should your lordship.

And what's her history?
Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love,

but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought ;
and, with a green and yellow melancholy,
she sat like patience on a monument,
smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ?
We men may say more, swear more ; but, indeed,
our shows are more than will; for still we prove
much in our vows, but little in our love.





Edhe alt-beholding Sun shall see no more

TET a few days, thee

in all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist

thy image. Earth, that nourish'd thee, shall claim
thy growth, to be resolved to earth again :
and, lost each human trace, surrendering up
thine individual being, shalt thou go
to mix for ever with the elements,
to be a brother to the insensible rock
and to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
shalt thou retire alone.—Thou shalt lie down
with patriarchs of the infant world-with kings,
the powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,
fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
all in one mighty sepulchre.—The hills
rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales
stretching in pensive quietness between;
the venerable woods, rivers that move
in majesty, and the complaining brooks
that make the meadows green and poured round all
old Ocean's grave and solitary waste, -
are but the solemn decorations all
of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
the planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
are shining on the sad abodes of death
through the still lapse of ages; all that tread
the globe, are but a handful to the tribes
that slumber in its bosom,




HENCE FORWARD too, the Powers that tend

to help it from the death that cannot die,
and save it even in extremes, began
to vex and plague her. Many a time for hours,
beside the placid breathings of the King,
in the dead night, grim faces came and went
before her, or a vague spiritual fear-
like to some doubtful noise of creaking doors,

heard by the watcher in a haunted house,
that keeps the rust of murder on the walls-
held her awake; or if she slept, she dreamed
an awful dream: for then she seemed to stand
on some vast plain before a setting sun,
and from the sun there swiftly made at her
a ghastly something, and its shadow flew
before it, till it touched her, and she turned-
when lo! her own, that broadening from her feet,
and blackening, swallowed all the land, and in it
far cities burnt, and with a cry she woke.



EAR with me for the last time while I show,

, has .

For when the Roman left us, and their law
relaxed its hold upon us, and the ways
were filled with rapine, here and there a deed
of prowess done repressed a random wrong.
But I was first of all the kings who drew
the knighthood-errant of this realm and all
the realms together, under me, their Head,
in that fair order of my Table Round,
a glorious company, the flower of men,
to serve as model for the mighty world,
to be the fair beginning of a time.
I made them lay their hands in mine and swear
to reverence the King, as if he were
their conscience, and their conscience as their King,
to break the heathen and uphold the Christ,
to ride abroad redressing human wrongs,
to speak no slander, no, nor listen to it,
to lead sweet lives in purest chastity,
to love one maiden only, cleave to her,
and worship her by years of noble deeds,
until they won her; for indeed I knew
of no more subtle master under heaven
than is the maiden passion for a maid,
not only to keep down the base in man,
but teach high thought, and amiable words

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