Of hair-breadth 'fcapes i' the imminent deadly breach;
Of being taken by the infolent foe,

And fold to flavery; of my redemption thence,
And portance in my travels' hiftory;

Wherein of antres vaft, and deferts idle,

Rough quarries, rocks and hills whofe heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to fpeak; (fuch was the process ;)
And of the Cannibals that each other eat;
The Anthropophagi, and men whofe heads

Do grow beneath their fhoulders. These things to hear,
Would Desdemona feriously incline.

But ftill the houfe affairs would draw her thence;
Which ever as she could with hafte dispatch,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my difcourfe: which I obferving,
Took once a pliant hour, and found good means,
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate;
Whereof by parcels the had fomething heard,.
But not intentively. I did confent;
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did fpeak of fome diftressful stroke
That my youth fuffer'd. My ftory being done;
She gave me for my pains a world of fighs:

She wore, in faith 'twas ftrange, 'twas paffing ftrange, "Twas pitiful, 'twas wond'rous pitiful:

She wifh'd fhe had not heard it yet the wifh'd.
That heaven had made her fuch a man.

She thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my ftory,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I fpake.
She lov'd me for the dangers I had past;
And, Hov'd her that the did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd;
Here comes the lady-let her witness it.

ORDER...

Othello, A. 1. Sc. 3

The heavens themfelves, the planets, and this centre,.
Obferye degree, priority, and place,

Infifture, courfe, proportion, feafon, form,
Office and cuftom, in all line of Order:

And

And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd
Amidst the other; whofe med'cinable eye
Corrects the ill afpects of planets evil,

And pofts, like the commandment of a king,

Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets ›-
In evil mixture to disorder wander,

What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny!
What raging of the fea! fhaking of earth!
Commotion in the winds! frights, changes, horrors,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate

The unity and married calm of states

Quite from their fixture! O when degree is fhak'd,
Which is the ladder to all high defigns,

The enterprise is fick! How could communities,
Degrees in fchools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
The primo-geniture and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, fceptres, laurels,
But by degree, ftand in authentic place?
Take but degree away-untune that ftring,
And hark what difcord follows! Each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy; the bounded waters,
Should lift their bofoms higher than the shores,
And make a fop of all this folid globe:
Strength fhould be Lord of Imbecility,

And the rude fon should strike his father dead ::
Force fhould be right, or rather right and wrong
(Between whofe endlefs jar juftice refides),

Should lofe their names, and fo fhould juftice too::
Then every thing includes itfelf in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;

And appetite, an univerfal wolf,

So doubly feconded with will and power,

Muft make perforce an univerfal prey,

And last eat up himself. Troilus and Greffida, A. 1. Sex 3.

OSTENTATION.

-Ever note, Lucilius,

When love begins to ficken and decay,

It ufeth an enforced ceremony..

There

There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant fhew, and promife of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody fpur,
They fall their crefts, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial.

Julius Cæfar, A. 4. Sc. 2,

PAINTING.

Doft thou love pictures? We will fetch thee strait
Adonis, painted by a running brook;

And Cytherea, all in fedges hid,

Which feem to move and wanton with her breath,
Ev'n as the waving fedges play with wind.
We'll fhew thee Io, as he was a maid,
And how fhe was beguiled and furpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done;
Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs, that one fhall fwear the bleeds;
And at that fight fhall fad Apollo weep:

So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

The Taming of the Shrew, Induction

The painting is almost the natural man ;

For fince difhonour trafficks with man's nature,

He is but outfide: pencil'd figures are

Ev'n fuch as they give out. Timon of Athens, A. 1. Sc. 2«

PARENTAL FOND N. ES S.

How fometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bofoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methought I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and faw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Left it fhould bite its mafter, and fo prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,

This fquafh, this gentleman!

The Winter's Tale, A. 1. Sc. 2.

PARTING.

'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;

A wilder

A wilderness is populous enough,

So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:

For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world;
And where thou art not, desolation.

I can no more---
--Live thou to joy thy life;
Myself no joy in aught but that thou liv'ft.

King Henry VI. Part II. A. 3. Sc. 8:

--Tend me to-night:

May be, it is the period of your duty;
Haply you fhall not fee me more; or if,
A mangled fhadow. It may chance, to-morrow.
You'll ferve another mafter. I look on you
As one that takes his leave. Mine honeft friends,.
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good fervice, ftay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the Gods fhield you for 't!

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4. Sc. zz.

I did not take my leave of him, but had

Moft pretty things to fay: ere I could tell hiin.
How I would think on him, at certain hours,

Such thoughts, and fuch; or, I could make him fwear
The fhe's of Italy fhould not betray

Mine intereft, and his honour; or have charg'd him,
At the fixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
T'encounter me with orifons; for then

I

am in heaven for him; or ere I could.

Give him that parting kifs, which I had set.
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father;
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the North,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

Cymbeline, A. 1. Sc. 5.

PARTIN G OF FRIENDS.

I faw Baffanio and Antonio part.

Bafanio told him he would make fome speed
Of his return: He anfwer'd, Do not fo:
Slubber not bufinefs for my fake, Baffanio,
But stay the very riping of the time;

And

And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love:
Be merry, and employ your chiefeft thoughts
To courtship, and fuch fair oftents of love,
As fhall conveniently become you there.
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous fenfible

He wrung Balanio's hand, and fo they parted.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. §.

PARTING OF LOVERS.

What! gone without a word?

Ay, fo true love fhould do; it cannot speak ;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 4. Sc. &

We two, that with so many thousand fighs
Did buy each other, muft poorly fell ourselves,
With the rude brevity and difcharge of one.
Injurious time, now, with a robber's hafte,
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how':
many farewels as be ftars in heaven,

As

With diftinct breath, and confign'd kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu ;

And fcants us with a fingle famifh'd kifs,

Diftafted with the falt of broken tears.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 2. Sc. 2.

Should we be taking leave

As long a term as yet we have to live,

The lothness to depart would grow.-Adieu!

Cymbeline, A. 2. Sc. 2 I would have broke mine eye-ftrings, crack'd them but To look upon him, till the diminution

Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle;
Nay, followed him, till he had melted from
The fmallness of a gnat, to air; and then
Have turn'd mine. eye, and wept.

PATIENCE.

Ibid. A. 1. Sc. 4*

Cease to lament for what thou canst not help,
And study help from that which thou lament'ft.