O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, When women cannot love where they're belov'd. INFIDELITY IN A FRIEND. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, REPENTANCE. Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven, nor earth. INCONSTANCY IN MAN. O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect: that one error WINTER'S TALE. ACT I. YOUTHFUL INNOCENCE. WE were, fair queen, 'Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not ven Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition cleared, Felt, experienced. † Setting aside original sm. FONDNESS OF A FATHER FOR HIS CHILD. Leon. Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours? If at home, sir, Pol. JEALOUSY. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? REGICIDES DETESTABLE. To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, ACT II. KNOWLEDGE SOMETIMES HURTFUL. There may be in the cup A spidert steep'd, and one may drink: depart, *Disorders of the eye. † Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time. And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge The abhor'd ingredient to his eye, make known ELOQUENCE OF SILENT INNOCENCE. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. EXPOSING AN INFANT. Come on, poor babe; Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity. ACT III. INNOCENCE. Innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. DESPAIR OF PARDON. But, O thou tyrant! Do not repent these things; for they are heavier DESCRIPTION OF A GHOST APPEARING IN A DREAM I have heard (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother * Heavings. Sometimes her head on one side, some another. So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me. There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe I pr'ythee, callt; for this urgentle business, Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see I did in time collect myself; and thought I will be squar'd by this. Poor wretch, THE INFANT EXPOSED. That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd The day frowns more and more; thou art like o have A lullaby too rough. A CLOWN'S DESCRIPTION OF A WRECK. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: O, the most pitious cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,To see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and said his name was An tigonus, a nobleman;-But to make an end of the ship: to see how the sea flap-dragoned it:-but first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather. ACT IV. A GARLAND FOR OLD MEN. Reverend sirs, For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep NATURE AND ART. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter,-the fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not To get slips of them. Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Do you neglect them? Per. Fort I have heard it said, There is an art, which, in their pieduess, shares Pol. Say, there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race; This is an art Which does mend nature,-change it rather: but T'he art itself is nature. A GARLAND FOR MIDDLE-AGED MEN. I'll not put Swallowed Likeness and smell. Because that. |