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BE thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue

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Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.

TOO AMBITIOUS LOVE.

I am undone; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. It were all one,
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind that would be mated by the lion,
Must die for love. "Twas pretty, though a plague,
To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart, too capable
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his relics.

THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,

Which we ascribe to Heaven: the fated sky
Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.

LIFE CHEQUERED.

The web of. our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not! and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.

AGAINST DELAY.

Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.

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We still have slept together,

Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,

Still we went coupled, and inseparable.

SOLITUDE PREFERRED TO A COURT LIFE, AND THE ADVANTAGES OF ADVERSITY.

Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam

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