Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, JAQUES AND THE WOUNDED 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, Full of the pasture, jumps along by But winter and rough weather. him, SHYLOCK'S REMONSTRANCE WITH ANTONIO. The Merchant of Venice. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog Go to then; you come to me, and you So are those crisped snaky golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known You call'd me-dog; and for these cour-To be the dowry of a second head, tesies I'll lend you thus much monies?" CHEERFULNESS. LET me play the fool: The skull that bred them in the sepulchre. Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles To entrap the wisest. comes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, THE DECEIT OF APPEARANCES. As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway,- When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, ! Jew, 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, Still quiring to the young-eyed cheru-Doth glance from heaven to earth, from bims, Such harmony is in immortal souls; 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 : 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: BEATRICE. Much Ado about Nothing. DISDAIN and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprising what they look on; and her wit Nor take no shape nor project of affection, 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 And be you blithe and bonny, wwwwm 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? If speaking, why a vane blown with all Have I not heard great ordnance in the 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. But let them go, 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, |