A Jester.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well, craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons and the time; And like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice, As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; But wise men's folly fall'n quite taints their wit. Flattery, its ill Effects.

My servant, Sir! 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly-feigning was call'd compliment. Unsought Love.

Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honor, truth, and every thing, I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause: But rather reason thus with reason fetter:

Wer't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honor'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company,
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness;
But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive
therein,

Even as I would, when I to love begin. [adieu!

Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, Think on thy Protheus, when thou haply seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good-hap; and, in thy If ever danger do environ thee, [danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine. The Evils of being in Love. To be in love, where scorn is bought with [moment's mirth, Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights, If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labor won; However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

groans,

better.

Ingratitude.

Ant. Is't possible, that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man, As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you.

Vio. I know of none;

Nor know I you by voice, or any feature:
I hate ingratitude inore in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkeuness,
Or
any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Deformity in the Mind.

Ant. But O, how vile an idol proves this god! Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame. In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind: Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil. Ignorance of ourselves :-One Drunkard's Reflection on another. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, I hate a drunken rogue. [or a pavin,

Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.

Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love:
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more:
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me:
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at
nought;

Made wit with musing weak, heart-sick with thought.

[Ay.

Love froward and dissembling. Maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the proff 'rer construe Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !

The Advantages of Travel.
Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover islands far away:
Some, to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,

He said, that Protheus, your son, was meet;
And did request me to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age
In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me

to that

Whereon this month I have been hammering,
I have considered well his loss of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry achiev'd,
And perfected by the swift course of time.

Love compared to an April Day.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
Th' uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!

An accomplished young Gentleman.
His years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
And, in a word (for far behind his worth
Come all the praises that I now bestow),
He is complete in feature, and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Contempt of Love punished.

I have done penance for contemning love: Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, [me With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of my own heart's

Not for the world: why, man, she is mine And I as rich in having such a jewel, [own: As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. True Love jealous.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. Love compar'd to a waxen Image. Now my love is thaw'd, Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, Bears no impression of the thing it was.

Unheedful Vows to be broken.

Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; And he wants wit that wants resolved will To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. Opposition to Love increases it.

Jul. 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 Protheus. Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make [soul's food? Jul. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are my

return.

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 But qualify the fire's extreme rage, [hot fire; 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
But when his fair course is not hindered, [rage;
He makes sweet music with the enamell'd
[stones,

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And by so many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wide 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
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

love:

A faithful and constant Lover. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.

Gifts prevalent with Woman.

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.

Flattery prevalent with Woman. Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;

That man that hath a tongue I say is no man, Tho' ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

A Lover's Banishment.

And why not death, rather than live in tor To die is to be banished from myself: [ment! And Sylvia is myself. Banish'd from her, Is self from self; a deadly punishment! What light is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Sylvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale: Unless I look on Sylvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. She is my essence; and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.

A beautiful Person petitioning (in vain). Ay, ay; and she hath offered to the doom (Which unrevers'd stands in effectual force) A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; With them, upon her knees, her humble selt; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so be

came them,

As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.

Hope.

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that: And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Love compared to a Figure on Ice. This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice, which, with an hour's heat, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.

Three Things hated by Women. Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent : Three things that women highly hold in hate. Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it; [in hate Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken

By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.

The Power of Poetry with Women. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write, till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity:— For Orpheus lute was strung with poet's sinews; [stones, Whose golded touch could soften steel and Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

Song.

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

A Lover's Rest.

Jul. And so, good rest.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night, That wait for execution in the morn.

True Love.

Thyself hast lov'd: and I have heard thee say, No grief did ever come so near thy heart, As when thy lady and thy true love died, Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. Beauty neglected and lost.

But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face. The Power of Action.

And, at that time I made her weep a-good, For I did play a lamentable part: Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;

Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead
If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!
Women sacred even to Banditti.
Fear not; he bears an honorable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
A Lover in Solitude.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
O, thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was;
Repair me with thy presence, Sylvia:
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain.
Love unreturned.

What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, When women cannot love where they're belov'd.

Infidelity in a Friend, and Reconciliation on Repentance.

Vol. Treacherous man! [mine eye Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but Could have persuaded me: now I dare not say, I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me. Who should be trusted, when one's own right Is perjur'd to the bosom? Protheus,

[hand

I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake. The private wound is deepest.

Pro. My shame and guilt confound me.-
Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

I tender it here; I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

Val. Then I am paid:

And once again I do receive thee honest.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 Fills him with faults.

A worthy Gentleman.

Now by the honor of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress' love. Know then, I here forget all former griefs, Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit To which I thus subscribe-Sir Valentine, Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd : Take thou thy Sylvia, for thou hast deserv'd Reformed Exiles. [her. These banished men Are men endued with worthy qualities; They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord.

§ 14. THE WINTER'S TALE.

My wife is nothing: nor nothing have these If this be nothing. [nothings,

SHAKSPEARE. Youthful Friendship and Innocence. WE were, fair queen, [behind, Two lads that thought there was no more But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. [sun, We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' th' And bleat the one at th' other; what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing; nor dream'd, That any did: had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd, With stronger blood we should have answer'd Heaven

Boldly" Not guilty;" the imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours.

Praise, its Influence on Women. Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things: "one good deed, dying

tongueless,

A Father's Fondness for his Child. Leon. Are you so fond of your young prince Do seem to be of ours? [as we

Pol. If at home, Sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December:
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Faithful Service.

Cam. In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful negligent,
It was my folly: if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end: if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did
cry out

Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft infects the wisest; these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of.

Jealousy.

Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to check? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty:) horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?

Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only [thing? That would, unseen, be wicked? Is this noWhy, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;

The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;

King-killing detestable.
-To do this deed
Promotion follows: if I could find example
Of thousands that had struck anointed kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't; but since
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not
Let villany itself forswear it.
[one,

The Effects of Jealousy.
This Jealousy

Is for a precious creature! as she's rare,
Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,
Must it be violent: and as he does conceive
He is dishonor'd by a man, which ever
Professed to him, why, his revenges must

In that be made more bitter.

Knowledge sometimes hurtful. A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart, There may be in the cup And yet partake no venom; for his knowIs not infected: but if one present [ledge Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his With violent hefts.

Calumny.

[sides,

Praise her but for this her without-door

form

(Which, on my faith, deserves high speech) and straight [brands, The shrug, the hum, or ha; these pretty That calumny doth use:-O! I am out, That mercy does: for calumuy will fear Virtue itself these shrugs, these hums, and [tween,

has, When you have said, she's goodly, come beEre you can say she's honest.

Fortitude and Innocence.
Her. Do not weep, good fools;
There is no cause: when you shall know your
mistress

Has deserved prison, then abound in tears,
As I come out: this action, I now go on,
Is for my better grace.

Honesty and Honor.

Here's a do, To lock up honesty and honor from The access of gentle visitors.

The Silence of Innocence eloquent. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. Affectionate Child.

To see his nobleness! Conceiving the dishonor of his mother, He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply: Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself! Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, And downright languish'd.

Child resembling his Father. Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter copy of the father, eye, nose, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead: nay the valley, [smiles;

And

The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his

The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger: And thou, good goddess nature, which hast made it

So like to him that got it, if thou hast The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colors

No yellow in't; lest she suspect, as he does, Her children not her husband's!

An Infant to be exposed.

Come on, poor babe : [vens Some pow'rful spirit instruct the kites and raTo be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity.

Το

Hermione pleading her innocence.
If pow'rs divine

Behold our human actions (as they do),
I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know
(Who will seem least to do so) my past life
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
As I am now unhappy; which is more
Than history can pattern, though devis'd,
And play'd to take spectators; for behold me,-
A fellow of the royal bed, which owe
A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
The mother to a hopeful prince,-here standing,
prate and talk of life, and honor, 'fore
Who please to come and hear. For life, I
prize it
[honor,
As I weigh grief, which I would spare; for
'Tis a derivative from me to mine,
And only that I stand for. I appeal
To your own conscience, Sir, before Polixenes
Came to your court, how I was in your grace,
How merited to be so; since he came,
With what encounter so uncurrent I
Have strain'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond
The bound of honor; or, in act, or will,
That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts
Of all that hear me, and my near`st of kin
Cry, fie, upon my grave!

To nothing but despair. A thousand knees, Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Upon a barren mountain, and still winter, In storm perpetual, could not move the gods To look that way thou wert.

An Account of a Ghost's 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
Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one side, some another;
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd, and so becoming; in pure white robes
Like very sanctity, she did approach
My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me,
And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her: "Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better disposition,
Hath made thy person for the thrower out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath;
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
There weep, and leave it crying: and, for the

babe

Is counted lost for ever, Perdita

of Death.

Leo. Look for no less than death.

Her. Sir, spare your threats;

I will be squar'd by this.

An Infant exposed.
-Poor wretch,

seek.

To loss, and what may follow! Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds: and most accurs'd am I,
To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell!
The day frowns more and more; thou art like
to have

A lullaby too rough: I never saw
The heavens so dum by day.

Deities transformed for Love.
The gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them. Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Nep-

tune

A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now: their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer;