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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,
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
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
† 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
He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him
Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differ
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.
THE VARIETIES OF MELANCHOLY.
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical;
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.
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.