With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous LOVE IN A GRAVE SEVERE GOVERNOR. When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name; And in my heart the strong and swelling evil Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Could I, with boot*, change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! How often dost thou with thy cases, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming? FORNICATION AND MURDER EQUALED. It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, Falsely to take away a life true made, LOWLINESS OF MIND. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself. TEMPORAL FAR BETTER THAN ETERNAL DEATH. Better it were, a brother died at once, Than that a sister by redeeming him, Should die for ever. WOMEN'S FRAILTY. Nay, women are frail too. [selves; Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themWhich are as easy broke as they make forms. Women!-Help, heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints*. АСТ III HOPE. The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. REFLECTIONS ON THE VANITY OF LIFE. Reason thus with life, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep; a breath thou art (Servile to all the skiey influences), That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Do curse the gout, serpigot, and the rheum, Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, THE TERRORS OF DEATH MOST IN APPREHENSION. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, * Affects, affections. + Leprous eruption. Old age. Lest thou a feverish life shouldst entertain, RESOLUTION FROM A SENSE OF HONOUR. Why give you me this shame? THE HYPOCRISY OF ANGELO. There my father's grave Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,- THE TERRORS OF DEATH. Death is a fearful thing. Isab. And shamed life a hateful. Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot: This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit *Shut up. To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside VIRTUE AND GOODNESS. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. A BAWD. The evil that thou causest to be done, That is thy means to live: Do thou but think What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back, From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,— From their abominable and beastly touches I drink, I eat, array myself, and live. Canst thou believe thy living is a life, So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend. ACT IV. SONG. Take, oh take, those lips away, |