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The dibble* in earth to set one slip of them;
No more than, were I painted, I would wish
This youth should say, 'twere well; and only there-

fore
Desire to breed by me.-

e.--Here's flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savory, majoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun,
And with him rises weeping; these are flowers
Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given
To men of middle age.

A GARLAND FOR YOUNG MEN.

Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing. Per.

Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.—Now my

fairest friend, I would, I had some flowers o' the spring, that might Become your time of day; and yours,

and

yours;
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing:-0 Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall
From Dis'st wagon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lid

of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend
To strew him o'er and o’er.

A LOVER'S COMMENDATION.
What you do,
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,
I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,
I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;
* A tool to set plants.

+ Pluto.

Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own
No other function: Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are queens.

TRUE LOVE.

He says, he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gaz'd the inoon
Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kiss to choose,
Who loves another best.

PRESENTS LIGHTLY REGARDED BY REAL LOVERS.

Pol. How now, fair shepherd? Your heart is full of something, that does take Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young, And handed love, as you do, I was wont To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd The pedler's silken treasury, and have pour'd it To her acceptance; you have let him go, And nothing marted* with him; if your

lass Interpretation should abuse; and call this Your lack of love, or bounty: you were straitedt For a reply, at least if you make a care or happy holding her. Flo.

Old sir, I know She prizes not such trifles as these are: The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have given already, But not deliver'd.--0, hear me breath my life Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem, Hath sometime lov’d: I take thy hand; this hand, As soft as dove's down, and as white as it; Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow, That’s boltedt by the northern blasts twice o’er. * Bought, trafficked. + Put to difficulties.

The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting-cloth.

A FATHER THE BEST GUEST AT HIS SON'S NUPTIALS.

Pol. Methinks, a father
Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest
That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more:
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak?

hear?
Know man from man? dispute his own estate?*
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing,
But what he did being childish?
Flo.

No, good sir:
He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,
Than most have of his age.
Pol.

By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Something unfilial: Reason, my son
Should choose himself a wife: but as good reason,
The father (all whose joy is nothing else
But fair pusterity,) should hold some counsel
In such a business.

RURAL SIMPLICITY. I was not much aseard. for once, or twice, I was about to speak; and tell him plainly, The self-same sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike. LOVE CEMENTED BY PROSPERITY, BUT LOOSENED BY

ADVERSITY. Prosperity's the very bond of love; Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

ACT V. WONDER, PROCEEDING FROM SUDDEN JOY. There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: A notable passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest

• Talk over his affairs.

beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not
say, if the importance* were joy, or sorrow: but in
the extremity of the one, it must needs be.

A STATUTE.

What was he, that did make it?-Sce, my lord,
Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those

veins
Did verily bear blood ?
Pol.

Masterly done:
The very life seems warm upon her lip.

Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in'l|
Ast we are mock'd with art.
Still, methinks
There is an air comes from her; What fine chisei
Could ever get cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her.

A WIDOW COMPARED TO A TURTLE.
I, an old turtle,
Will wing me to some wither'd bow; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.

* The thing imported.

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GOOD den,* sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fellow; And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter For new made honour doth forget men's names : 'Tis too respective,f and too sociable, For your conversion. I Now your traveller,He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; And when my nightly stomach is suffic'd, Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise My picked man of countries: My dear sir, (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,) I shall beseech youThat is question now: And then comes answer like an ABC-book:|-O sir, says answer, at your best command; At your employment; at your service, sir: No, sir, says question, I, swect sir, at yours; And so, ere answer knows what question would, (Saving in dialogue of compliment; And talking of the Alps, and Appenines; The Pyrenean, and the river Po,) It draws towards supper in conclusion so. But this is worshipful society, * Good evening.

† Respectable. * Change of condition. $ My travelled fop. I Catechism.

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