Than whom no mortal so magnificent This wimpled,* whining, purblind, wayward boy; Of trotting pirators.†-O my little heart!- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! Still a-repairing; ever out of frame; And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right? SONG. On a day, (alack the day!) Through the velvet leaves the wind, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: * Veiled. + Officers of the spiritual courts. Do not call it sin in me, That I am foresworn for thee; Thou for whom even Jove would swear And deny himself for Jove, THE POWER OF LOVE. But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound. Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx: as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; Never durst poet touch a pen to write ୯ There my father's grave Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,- Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth enmew, As falcon doth the fowl,-is yet a devil; His filth within being cast, he would appear RESOLUTION. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, THE PRAYERS OF MAIDENS EFFECTUAL. Go to lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe* them. MERCY FREQUENTLY MISTAKEN. Mercy is not itself that oft looks so; MERCY IN GOVERNORS COMMENDED. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, THE DUTY OF MUTUAL FORGIVENESS. Why, all the souls that Alas! alas! If He, which is the top of judgment, should * Have. THE ABUSE OF AUTHORITY. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but Merciful Heaven! [thunder. Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal. THE PRIVILEGE OF AUTHORITY. Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; That in the captain's but a choleric word, TEMPORAL FAR BETTER THAN ETERNAL DEATH. Better it were a brother died at once, HOPE. The miserable have no other medicine, |