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From Dis's waggon! 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; liles 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.

A LOVER'S COMMENDATION.

What you do,

Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,
I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,

I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,

To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own
No other function: Each your doing,

So singular in each particular,

Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are queens.

TRUE LOVE.

He says, he loves my daughter:

I think so too; for never gaz'd 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.

PRESENTS LIGHTLY REGARDED BY REAL LOVERS.

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

* Pluto.

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.

Flo.

Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:

The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.-O, hear me breathe
my life
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
Hath'sometime lov'd: 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 FATHER THE BEST GUEST AT HIS SON'S NUPTIALS.

Pol. Methinks, a father

Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest

That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more:

Is not your father grown incapable

Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid

With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? hear?

Know man from man? dispute his own estate§?

Lies he not bedrid? and again does nothing,

But what he did being childish?

Flo.

No, good sir:

He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,

Than most have of his age.

Pol.

By my white beard,

You offer him, if this be so, a wrong

Something unfilial: Reason, my son,

Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason,
The father (all whose joy is nothing else

*Bought, trafficked.

+ Put to difficulties.

Talk over his affairs.

The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a

bolting-cloth.

But fair posterity), should hold some counsel
In such a business.

RURAL SIMPLICITY..

I was not much afeard: for once, or twice, I was about to speak; and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.

LOVE CEMENTED BY PROSPERITY, BUT LOOSENED BY ADVERSITY.

Prosperity's the very bond of love;

Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.

ACT V.

WONDER PROCEEDING FROM SUDDEN JOY.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture: they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: A notable passion of wonder appear'd in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance were joy, or sorrow: but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be.

*

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 fixure of her eye has motion in't t

As we are mock'd with art.

The thing imported.

+i. e. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion

in it.

As if.

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.

A WIDOW COMPARED TO A TURTIE.

I, an old turtle,

Will wing me to some wither'd bow; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.

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