I pray thee cease thy counsel, Much Ado About Nothing, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, Epistle to James Smith. R. BURNS. Know when to speake; for many times it brings Hesperides' Caution in Councell. AGE. R. HERRICK. I'm growing fonder of my staff; I'm Growing Old. J. G. SAXE. And his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. The Golden Legend, IV. H. W. LONGFELLOW. Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. Childe Harold, Canto III. LORD BYRON. For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Bk. II. DR. I. WATTS. |