THE BEST WELCOME.

I reckon this always-that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, 'Welcome.'

Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where, for one shot of fivepence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes.

THE POWER OF LOVE.

Tell me some good mean,

How, with my honour, I may undertake
A journey to my loving Proteus.

Lucetta. Alas! the way is wearisome and
long.

Julia. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she, that hath Love's wings to fly;

And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus.

Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make re-
turn.

Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my

soul's food?

Pity the dearth that I have pined in,

By longing for that food so long a time.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's
hot fire;

But qualify the fire's extreme rage,

Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns;

The current, that with gentle murmur glides,

Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth

rage;

But, when his fair course is not hindered,

He makes sweet music with the enamell'd

stones,

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage,

And so by many winding nooks he strays,
With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

Then let me go, and hinder not my course:

I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

THE TRICKS OF LOVE.

Valentine. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her.

Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best
contents her :

Send her another; never give her o'er :
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;

For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away!'.

Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

ORPHEUS' LUTE.

Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews;
Whose golden touch could soften steel and
stones,

Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

WHO IS SILVIA ?

Who is Silvia? What is she,

That all our swains commend her?

Holy, fair, and wise is she;

The heavens such grace did lend her,

That she might admired be.

Is she kind, as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing,
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

IMPATIENCE of Love.

Lovers break not hours,

Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.

REPENTANCE.

Who by repentance is not satisfied,

Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleased;

By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased.

ADAGES AND APOTHEGMS.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
I have no other but a woman's reason; I
think him so, because I think him so.
Maids, in modesty, say 'No' to that which

they would have the proff'rer construe 'Ay.'