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For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour* all the winter long:
Grace, and remembrance be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!

*Likeness and smell,

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Pol. How now, fair shepherd?

Your heart is full of something, that does take

Your mind from feasting.

Sooth, when I was young,

And handed love, as you do, I was wont

To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd

The pedlar's silken treasury, and have pour'd it

To her acceptance: you have let him go,

And nothing marted* with him: if your lass
Interpretation should abuse, and call this

Your lack of love or bounty; you were straited+
For a reply, at least, if you make a care
Of happy holding her.

*Bought, trafficked.

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She prizes not such trifles as these are:

The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd which I have given already,

Up in my heart;

But not deliver'd.

O, hear me breathe my life

Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,

Hath sometime loved: I take thy hand; this hand,
As soft as dove's down, and as white as it;

Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow,
That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er.

A GARLAND.

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 Phoebus in his strength-a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er.

TRUE LOVE.

He says, he loves my daughter;

I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,

As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose

Who loves another best.

*The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting-cloth.

A STATUE.

What was he that did make it ?-See, my lord,

Would you not deem it breath'd? and that those veins Did verily bear blood?

Pol.

Masterly done:

The very life seems warm upon her lip.

Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't As we are mock'd with art.

Still, methinks,

There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her.

KING JOHN.

COWARDICE AND PERJURY.

O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame

That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!

Thou little valiant, great in villany!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight

But when her humorous ladyship is by

To teach thee safety! thou art perjured, too,
And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool: to brag, and stamp, and swear,
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?

And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear'st a lion's hide! doff* it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

THE HORRORS OF A CONSPIRACY.

I had a thing to say-but let it go;
The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,†
To give me audience.-If the midnight bell
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Sonud one unto the drowsy race of night:
If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick;
(Which, else, runs tickling up and down thy veins,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
A passion hateful to my purposes ;)

Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,

I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts:
But, ah! I will not.

A MOTHER'S GRIEF FOR THE LOSS OF A SON.

Father cardinal, I have heard you say,

That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again;

For, since the birth of Cain the first male child,

* Do off.

† Showy ornaments.

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