A Lover's Banifbment.

And why not death, rather than living torment To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myfelf. Banifh'd from her, Is felf from felf; a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not feen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? Unless it be to think that he is by, And feed upon the thadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no mufic in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. She is my effence; and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Fofter'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.

A beautiful Perfon petitioning (in vain). Ay, ay; and the hath offer'd to the doom (Which unrevers'd ftands in effectual force) A fea of melting pearl, which fome call tears: Thofe at her father's churlish feet the tender'd; With them, upon her knees, her humble felf; Wringing her hands, whofe whitenefs fo became As if but now they waxed pale for woe: [them, But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad fighs, deep groans, nor filver-fhedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompaffionate fire.

Hope.

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that; And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Love compared to a Figure on Ice. This weak imprefs of love is as a figure Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat Diffolves to water, and doth lofe his form.

Three Things bated by Women.

Pre. The best way is, to flander Valentine With falfehood, cowardice, and poor defcent: Three things that women highly hold in hate. Dake. Ay, but the 'll think, that it is fpoke in Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: [hate. Therefore it muft, with circumftance, be fpoken By one, whom the esteemeth as his friend.

The Power of Poetry with Women. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You facrifice your tears, your fighs, your heart: Write, till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moift it again; and frame fome feeling line, That may discover fuch integrity:For Orpheus' lute was ftrung with poet's finews; Whofe golden touch could foften feel and ftones, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forfake unfounded deeps to dance on fands. Song.

Who is Silvia? what is fhe,

That all our fwains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wife is the;

The heavens fuch grace did lend her,

That the might admired be.
Is the kind as fhe is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits theres

Then to Silvia let us fing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.
A Lover's Reft.

Jul. And fo, good rest.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night, That wait for execution in the morn. True Love..

Thyfelf haft lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did ever come fo near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whole grave thou vow'dft pure chastity.
Beauty negle&ed and loft.

But fince the did neglect her looking-glafs,
And threw her fun-expelling mafk away,
The air hath ftarv'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face.
The Power of Action.

And, at that time I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, paffioning
For Thefeus' perjury, and unjuft flight;
Which I fo lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If I in thought felt not her very forrow!

Woman facred, even to Banditti.
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
And will not ufe a woman lawlessly.
A Lover in Solitude.

How ufc doth breed a habit in a man!
This fhadowy defert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:
Here can I fit alone, unfeen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my diftreffes, and record my woes.
O, thou that doft inhabit in my breaft,
Leave not the manfion fo long tenantlefs;
Left, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was!
Repair me with thy prefence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn fwain.
Love unreturned.

What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look ? O, 'tis the curfe in love, and still approv'd, When women cannot love where they're belov'd. Infidelity in a Friend, and Reconciliation on Repentance.

Val. Treacherous man!
Thou haft beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have perfuaded me: now I dare not say,
I have one friend alive; thou wouldst difprove me.
Who should be trufted, when one's own right hand
Is perjur'd to the bofom Protheus.

I am forry, I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy fake.
The private wound is deepest.

Pro. My fhame, and guilt, confounds me.— Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty forrow

Be a fufficient ranfom for offence,
I tender it here; I do as truly fuffer;
As e'er I did commit.

Val. Then I am paid:

And once again I do receive thee honeft.Who by repentance is not fatisfied,

Is nor of heaven, nor earth.

Inconfiancy in Man.

O heaven! were man

But conftant, he were perfect: that one error Fills him with faults.

A worthy Gentleman.

Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy fpicit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an emprefs' love. Know then, I here forget all former griefs, Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, Plead a new ftate in thy unrival'd merit, To which I thus fubfcribe-Sir Valentine, Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd; Take thou thy Silvia, for thou haft deferv'd her. Reformed Exiles.

Thefe banithed inen

Are men endued with worthy qualities; They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord.

$14. THE WINTER'S TALE. SHAKSPEARE.

Youthful Friendship and Innocence.

WE were, fair queen,

Two lads, that thought there was no more But fuch a day to-morrow as to-day, [behind, And to be boy eternal.

We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frifk i'th fun,
And bleat the one at th' cther: what we chang'd.
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The do&ring of ill-doing; nor dream'd,
That any did: had we purfued that life,
And our weak fpirits ne'er been higher rear'd,
With ftronger blood, we should have antwerd

Heaven

Now

my fworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parafite, my foldier, ftatefman, all:
He makes a July's day fhort as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that fhould thick my blood.
Faithful Service.

Cam. In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if induftrioufly
I plav'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end: if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the iffue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out

Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft infects the wifeft: thefe, my lord,
Are fuch allow'd infirmitics, that honefty
Is never free of.

Is leaning cheek to check is mecting nofes
Kifling with infide lip? ftopping the career
Of laughter with a figh? (a note infallible
Of breaking honefty :) horting foot on foot?
skulking in corners withing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight and all eyes
Blind with the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only,
That would, unfcen, be wicked? Is this nothing?
Why, then the world, and all that's in 't, is no-
thing;

The covering fky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have thefe no-
If this be nothing.
[things,

King-killing deteflable.

-To do this deed
Promotion follows: If I could find example
Of thoufands that had ftruck anointed kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but fince
Nor brafs, nor ftene, nor parchment, bears not one,
Let villainy itfelf foriwear it.

The Effects of Jealousy.
This jealoufy

rare,

Is for a precious creature; as the's
Muft it be great; and, as his perfon 's mighty,
Muft it be violent, and as he does conceive
He is difhonour'd by a man, which ever
Profelfed to him, why, his revenges muft
In that be made more bitter.

Khora ledge fometimes burtful.
There may be in the cup

A fpider fleep'd, and one may drink; depart,
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one prefent

Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fides, With violent hefts.

Calumny.

Praife her but for this her without-door form (Which, on my faith, deferves high speech), and ftraight

The fhrug, the hum, or ha; thefe petty brands,
That calumny doth ufe:-O! I am out,
That mercy does; for calumny will fear

That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd
To lots, and what may follow -Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds: and most accurst am I,
To be by oath enjoin'd to this.--Farewel!
The day frowns more and more; thou art like to
A lullaby too rough: I never faw
The heavens fo dim by day.

Deities transformed fw Løve.
The Gods themselves,

[have

Hum' ling their deities to love, have taken
The thapes of beafts upon them. Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd God,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble fwain,
As I icem now: their transformations
Were never for a picce of beauty rarer;
Nor in a way fo chalte: fince my defires
Run not before mine horour; nor my lufts
Burn hotter than my faith.

Miflrefs of the Sheep-fbearing.
Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd.

upon

This day, he was both pantler, butler, cook ;
Both dame, and fervant; welcom'd all; ferv'd all,
Would fing her fong,and dance her turn: now here,
At upper end o' the table, now, i' the middle;
On his fhoulder, and his: her face o' fire
With labour; and the thing, the took to quench it.
She would to each one fip: you are retir'd,
As if you were a feafted one, and not
The hoftefs of the meeting. Pray you, bid
Thefe unknown friends to us welcome; for it is
A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blufhes; and prefent yourfelf
That which you are, miftrefs o' the feaft: come on,
And bid us welcome to your theep-fhearing,
As your good flock fhall profper.

Pol. Say, there be:

Per. Out, alas!

You'd be fo lean, that blafts of January
Would blow you through and through. Now,
my fairest friend,

I would I had fome flowers o' the fpring, that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours;
That wear upon your virgin-oranches yet
Your maiden-heads growing:-0, Proferpina,
For the flow'rs now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils

That come before the fwallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty, violets, dim,
But fweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, e e they can behold
Bright Phoebus in bis strength, a malady
Moft incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-lis being one! O, thefe I lack,
To make you galands of; and, my sweet friend,
To ftrow him o'er and o'er.

Flo. What? like a corfe?

Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a corfe: or if not to be buried, But quick, and in mine arms.

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A Lover's

A Lover's Commendation.

What you do,

Still betters what is done. When you speak, fweet,
I'd have you do it ever : when you fing,
I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alins;
Pray fo; and, for the ord'ring your affairs,
Toling them too. When you do dance, I wifh you
A wave of the fea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move ftill, fill fo,

And own no other-function: each your doing,
So fingular in each particular,

Crowns what you're doing in the prefent deeds, That all your acts e queens.

Terder Affection.

Were I crowned the molt imperial monarch, Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth That ever made eye fwerve; had force, and knowledge

More than was ever man's--Iwould not prize them
Without her love: for her, employ them all;
Commend them, and condemn them, to her fervice,
Or to their own perdition.

A Father the best Guest at bis Son's Nuptials.
Methinks, a father

Is, at the nuptia's of his fon, a guest,
That beft becomes the table. Pray you, once more;
Is not your father grown incapable

Of reafon ble affairs? Is he not stupid [hear!
With age, and altering rheums? Can he fpeak?
Know man from man? di pute his own eftate?
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing,
But what he did being childith?

Flo. No, good Sir!

He has his health, and ampler ftrength, indeed, Than moft have of his age.

Pol. By my white beard,

You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong
Something nailial: reafon, my fon,

Should choose himfelf a wife; but as good reafon,
The father (all whofe joy is nothing elfe
But fair pofterity) fhould hold fome counfel
In fuch a bufincfs.-