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You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
After summer, merrily:
If music be the food of love, play on,
bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
* Pity, or tenderness of heart.
NATURAL AFFECTION ALLIED TO LOVE.
O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay
this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king!
ESCAPE FROM DANGER.
I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) To a strong mast, that lived
A BEAUTIFUL BOY. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part.
Oli. Why, what would you?
Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
upon my soul within the house ;
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Come hither, boy: If ever thou shalt love,
THE WOMAN SHOULD BE YOUNGEST IN LOVE. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
CHARACTER OF AN OLD SONG.
* Dextrous, ready fiend. + Fair deceiver.
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
O, prepare it;
Did share it.
black coffin let there be strown;
Lay me, O, where
She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. "Lace-makers. + Simple truth. #Times of simplicity.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time; And, like the haggard*, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice, As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I love thee so, that, maugret all thy pride, Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause: But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
LOVE COMMENDED AND CENSURED.
As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
* A hawk not well trained. + In spite of.