Stones in a Necklace Rarity Christ mas THE WORLD'S WAYS WHE FEAST DAYS 'HEREFORE are feasts so solemn and Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Sonnet LII. IF all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; For when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So comes OME say that ever 'gainst that season Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; No fairy takes nor witch hath power to charm, FEASTING SM MALL cheer, and great welcome, makes THE Comedy of Errors. Act III, Sc. I. `HE appurtenance of welcome is fashion AY, my lords, ΝΑ Hamlet. Act II, Sc. 2. Ceremony was but devis'd at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow wel comes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; none. Welcome Fashion Ease The The Fate of the Austere Eat and Drink! LEASURE and action make the hours Pleem short. WEET recreation barr'd, what doth ensue come, And let my liver rather heat with wine Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster, Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? Merchant of Venice. Act I, Sc. 1. A GOOD sherris-sack ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery and delective shapes; which, deliver'd o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. King Henry IV. Part II, Act IV, Sc. 3. A MERRY heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. Winter's Tale. Act IV, Sc. 2. Be A THE TRAVELLER GOOD traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lies two thirds, and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten. All's Well That Ends Well. Act II, Sc. 5. Post pran dial Folly Loss The Traveller's Affectation Doting Wit A TRAVELLER! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. ... Your experience makes you sad. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad; and to travel for it, too! As You Like It. FAR Act IV, Sc. I. AREWELL, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. As You Like It. Act IV, Sc. 1. IWIT AND FOLLY ONE are so surely caught, when they NON As wit turn'd fool; folly, in wisdom hatch'd, |