A BRAVE MAN.

O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose: but all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides.

WHAT IT IS TO LOVE.

Phebe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.

Sylvius. 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 adoration, duty, and observance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all obedience.

THE THEORY OF QUARRELLING.

Touchstone. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said his

beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was this is called the Retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please himself: this is called the Quip modest. If, again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment: this is called the Reply churlish. If, again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not true: this is called the Reproof valiant. If, again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie : this is called the Countercheck quarrelsome: and so to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct.

Jaques. And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?

Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie direct; and so we measured swords, and parted.

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?

Touch. O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the

Retort courteous; the second, the Quip modest; the third, the Reply churlish; the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with circumstance; the seventh, the Lie direct. All these you may avoid, but the Lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an 'if.' I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an 'if,' as 'If you said so, then I said so;' and they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your 'if' is the only peacemaker; much virtue in 'if.'

Faq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? He's as good at anything, and yet a fool.

Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalkinghorse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

THE EPILOGUE.

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It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that 'good wine needs no bush,' 'tis true that a

good play needs no epilogue: yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor can insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play? I am not furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me my way is, to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please them: and so I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women (as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hate them), that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make my curt'sy, bid me farewell.

ADAGES AND APOTHEGM S.

O, how full of briars is this working-day world! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Travellers must be content.

It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the propositions of a lover.

The oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings.

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. `Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.

Omittance is no quittance.

To have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

A woman's thought runs before her actions. O how bitter a thing it is, to look into happiness through another man's eyes!

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.