born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love. OLIVER'S DESCRIPTION OF HIS DANGER WHEN SLEEPING. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with And high top bald with dry antiquity, [age, And with indented glides did slip away Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. АСТ У. LOVE. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears; It is to be all made of faith and service; It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, COMEDY OF ERRORS. ACT II. MAN'S PREEMINENCE. THERE's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, PATIENCE EASIER TAUGHT THAN PRACTISED. pause; Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, DEFAMATION. I see, the jewel, best enameled, Will loose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, JEALOUSY. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects, I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou unurg'd wouldst vow SLANDER.. For slander lives upon succession; ACT V. A WOMAN'S JEALOUSY MORE DEADLY THAN POISON. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing: And thereof comes it that his head is light. [ings; Thou say'st, his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidUnquiet meals make ill digestions, Thereof the raging fire of fever bred; And what's a fever but a fit of madness? Thou say'st, his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls; (Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair); DESCRIPTION OF A BEGGARLY FORTUNETELLER. A hungry lean-fac'd villain, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A threadbare juggler, and a fortuneteller; A living dead man: this pernicious slave, OLD AGE. up; Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses (I cannot err,) Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. SELF-DENIAL. BRAVE conquerors! for so you are, VANITY OF PLEASURE. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. ON STUDY. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. *Furrowed, lined. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. FROST. An envious sneaping* frost, That bites the first-born infants of the spring. A CONCEITED COURTIER. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, ACT II. BEAUTY. My beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; A merrier man, A MERRY MAN. Within the limit of becoming mirth, *Nipping. + Called. |