After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents .n mangled forms. A FOOL'S LIBERTY OF SPEECH. I must have liberty Withall, as large a charter as the wind, APOLOGY FOR SATIRE Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? That says his bravery* is not on my cost, There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein A TENDER PETITION. But whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, * Finery. If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; THE SEVEN AGES. All the world's a stage. And all the men and women merely players: Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice Thy tooth is not so keen, Although thy breath be rude. As friends remember'd* not ACT III. A SHEPHERD'S PHILOSOPHY. I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends:-That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun. That he, that hath learned no wit by nature or art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. CHARACTER OF AN HONEST AND SIMPLE SHEPHERD Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck. DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER. A lean cheek; which you have not; a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have not; a beard neglected; which you have not:-but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue: Then your hose should be ungarter * Remembering. † A spirit averse to conversation + Estate. ed, your bonet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man: you are rather point-device in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other. REAL PASSION DISSEMBLED. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevisht boy: yet he talks well; But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases those that hear, It is a pretty youth: not very pretty: But. sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him: He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differ ence Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. I have more cause to hate him than to love him: He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: I marvel, why I answer'd not again: But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. ACT IV. THE VARIETIES OF MELANCHOLY. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; *Over-exact. + Silly. nor the courtiers, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice;* nor the lover's, which is all of these MARRIAGE ALTERS THE TEMPER OF BOTH SEXES. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep. CUPID'S PARENTAGE. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought,† conceiv'd of spleen, and 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 Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. Trifling. † Melancholv * |