Full of strange oaths, and bearded like

the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

the Justice,

In fair round belly, with good capon lined,

With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd Pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on

side;

His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big man voice,

DEER.

TO-DAY my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an, oak, whose antique root peeps

out

Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;

To the which place a poor sequester' stag,

That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,

Did some to languish: and, indeed, my lord,

The flux of company." Anon, a careless herd,

No enemy,

him,

SHYLOCK'S REMONSTRANCE WITH ANTONIO.

The Merchant of Venice.
SIGNIOR Antonio, many a time and oft,
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my monies and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug
For sufferance is the badge of all ou.
tribe;

You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well then, it now appears you need my
help:

Go to then; you come to me, and you

Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night

Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st,

But in his motion like an angel sings,

THE POWER OF IMAGINATION. THE poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

bims,

Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn!
With sweetest touches pierce your mis-
tress' ear,

And draw her home with music.

THE LOVE OF MUSIC A TEST OF CHARACTER.

THE man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with ooncord of sweet sounds,

Is fit for treason, stratagems, and spoils :
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted.

QUEEN ELIZABETH.

Midsummer Night's Dream.

I SAW, but thou could'st not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth,

Cupid all-armed: a certain aim he took

earth to heaven;

Due but to one, and crowned with one

crest.

And will you rent our ancient love asunder,

To join with men in scorning your poor friend?

It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.

BEATRICE.

Much Ado about Nothing.

DISDAIN and scorn ride sparkling in her

eyes,

Misprising what they look on; and her wit
Values itself so highly, that to her
All matter else seems weak; she cannot
love,

Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
She is so self-endeared,

I never yet saw man,

How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured,

But she would spell him backward; if fair-faced,

She'd swear the gentleman should be her sister;

If black, why, nature, drawing of an antic,

Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance illheaded;

If low, an agate very vilely cut:

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy,
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

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INNOCENCE.

I HAVE mark'd

A thousand blushing apparitions start Into her face; a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;

And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire, To burn the errors that these princes hold Against her maiden truth.

A WOMAN'S TONGUE.

Taming of the Shrew.

THINK you, a little din can daunt my ears?

Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,

Rage like an angry boar, chafed with

sweat?

winds:

If silent, why a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out; And never gives to truth and virtue, that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

SIGH NO MORE, LADIES.
SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so,

But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

field,

And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?

And do you tell me of a woman's tongue; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,

As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire.

THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE. FOR 'tis the mind that makes the body

rich:

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,