For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep *Likeness and smell, 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 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 Your lack of love or bounty; you were straited+ *Bought, trafficked. Put to difficulties. She prizes not such trifles as these are: The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd which I have given already, Up in my heart; But not deliver'd. O, hear me breathe my life Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem, Hath sometime loved: I take thy hand; this hand, Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow, A GARLAND. Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take TRUE LOVE. He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gazed the moon As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, Who loves another best. *The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting-cloth. 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 fixture of her eye has motion in't As we are mock'd with art. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel KING JOHN. COWARDICE AND PERJURY. O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety! thou art perjured, too, And dost thou now fall over to my foes? THE HORRORS OF A CONSPIRACY. I had a thing to say-but let it go; Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: A MOTHER'S GRIEF FOR THE LOSS OF A SON. Father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain the first male child, * Do off. † Showy ornaments. G |