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What though not bid to knightly
halls ? Those halls have missed a courtly
guest; That mansion is not privileged,
Which is not open to the best. Give honor due when custom asks,
Nor wrangle for this lesser claim; It is not to be destitute, To have the thing without the
It's no in titles or in rank;
To purchase peace and rest;
To make us truly blest:
And centre in the breast,
But never can be blest:
Could make us happy lang;
Then dost thou come of gentle blood,
Disgrace not thy good company; If lowly born, so bear thyself That gentle blood may come of
Strive not with pain to scale the
height Of some fair garden's petty wall, But climb the open mountain side, Whose summit rises over all.
E. S. H.
BETTER trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiv
ing, Than doubt one heart that if be
lieved Had blessed one's life with true
ULYSSES AND ACHILLES.
Oh! in this mocking world too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes our
youth; Better be cheated to the last Than lose the blessed hope of truth.
Ulysses. — Time hath, my lord, a
wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingrati
tudes : Those scraps are good deeds past:
which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as
Since things in motion sooner catch
the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went
once on thee And still it might; and yet it inay
again, If thou wouldst not entomb thyself
alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, but in these
fields of late, Made emulous missions 'mongst the
gods themselves, And drave great Mars to faction.
ANTONY AND THE SOOTH
As done: Perseverance, dear my
lord, Keeps honor bright: to have done is
to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty
mail In monumental mockery. Take the
instant way; For honor travels in a strait so nar
row, Where one but goes abreast: keep
then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: if you give
way, Or hedge aside from the direct forth
right, Like to an entered tide they all rush
by, And leave you hindmost;Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first
rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject
rear, O'er-run and trampled on: then
what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must
o'ertop yours: For Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting
guest by the hand; And with his arms outstretched, as
he would fly, Grasps in the comer: Welcome ever
smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O,
let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in
service, Love, friendship, charity, are sub
jects all To envious and calumniating Time. One touch of nature makes the whole
world kin, That all, with one consent, praise
new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded
of things past; And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o’er-dusted. The present eye praises the present
object: Then marvel not, thou great and
complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship
Antony. — Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher;
Cæsar's, or mine? Soothsayer. — Cæsar's. Therefore, () Antony, stay not by
his side: Thy daemoi), that's thy spirit which
keeps thee, is Noble, courageous, high, unmatcha
ble, Where Caesar's is not; but near him,
thy angel Becomes a Fear, as being o'er
Ant. — Speak this no more.
no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any
game, Thou art sure to lose; and of that
natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy
lustre thickens, When he shines by: I say again, thy
spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him; But, he away, 'tis noble.
Ant. - Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius, I would speak with
(Erit Soothsayer.) He shall to Parthia. — Be it art, or
hap, He hath spoken true: the very dice
obey him; And, in our sports, my better cun
Under his chance: if we draw lots,
he peeds: Ilis cocks do win the battles still of
mine, When it is all to nought; and his
quails ever Beat mine, inhooped at odils.
Unlawful ever. ( be wiser, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads
to love; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward
thought, Can still sll-pect, and still revere
himself. In lowliness of heart.
EACH AND ALL.
BE thou blest, Bertram! and succeed
thy father In manners, as in shape! thy blood,
and virtue, Contend for empire in thee; and thy
goodness Share with thy birthright! Love
all; trust a few; Do wrong to none: be able for thine
enemy Rather in power, than use; and keep
thy friend Under thy own life's key: be checked
for silence But never taxed for speech. What
heaven more will, That thee may furnish, and my
pravers pluck down, Fall on thy head!
HEAVEN doth with us as we with
torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if
our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all
alike As if we had them not. Spirits are
not finely touched But to fine issues: nor Nature nerer
lends The smallest scruple of her excel
lence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she deter
mines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
SILAKSPEARE: Measure for Measure.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it: from
this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall
be The firstlings of my hand.
IF thou be one whose heart the holy
forms Of young imagination have kept
pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and
know that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesIs littleness; that he who feels con
tempt For any living thing hath faculties Which he has never used; that
thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose
eye Is ever on himself doth look on one The least of Nature's works, one
who might move The wise man to that scorn which
To be furious Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in
that mood, The dove will peck the ostrich ; and
I see still A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart. When valur
preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.
SHAKSPEARE: Antony and Cleopatra.
Enobarbus. — Mine honesty and I
begin to square, The loyalty, well held to fools, does
make Our faith mere folly;
Yet, he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen
lord, Does conquer him that did his mas
ter conquer, And earns a place in the story.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
We must not stint Our necessary actions in the fear To cope malicious censurers; which
ever, As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow That is new trimmed; but benefit no
farther Than vainly longing. What we oft
do best, By sick interpreters,once weakones, is Not ours, or not allowed; what
worse, as oft, Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up For our best act. If we shall stand
still, In fear our motion will be mocked or
carped at, We should take root here where we
sit, or sit State statues only.
Irais. — Royal Egypt ! Empress,
woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid
that milks, And does the meanest chores. It
were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious
gods, To tell them that this world did equal
theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of
death Ere death dare come to us? Our lamp is spent, it's out. Good
sirs, take heart: We'll bury him: and then, what's
brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman
fashion, And make death proud to take us.
Come away, The case of that huge Spirit now is
RASHLY,And praised be rashness for it. -Let
us know Our indiscretion sometime serves us
well, When our deep plots do pall: and
that should teach us There's a Divinity that shapes our
ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
If this great world of joy and pain
My desolation does begin to make
sar: Not being Fortune, he's but For
tune's knave, A minister of her will. And it is
great To do that thing that ends all other
deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts
up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more
the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.
OUR revels now are ended : these our
actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits,