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Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then, heigh, ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly,

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd * not,
Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c.

ACT III. 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 very

dull kindred.

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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,

* Remembering.

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 havingt in beard is a younger brother's revenue: Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet 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 peevish 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 : [him: But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. He is not tall; yet for his years he's tall; His leg is but so, so; and yet 'tis well: There was a pretty redness in his lip; A little riper and more lusty red

[ence Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differBetwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd In parcels as I did, would have gone near

[him To fall in love with him: but, for my part, I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet A spirit averse to conversation.

+ Estate. Over-exact.

Silly,

I have more cause to hate him than to love him:
For what had he to do to chide at me?
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.

ACT IV.

THE VARIETIES OF MELANCHOLY.

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, 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 these.

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· 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

CUPID'S PARENTAGE. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thoughtt, conceived of spleen, and * Trifling

+ Melancholy.

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

SLEEPING.

Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with And high top bald with dry antiquity, [age, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck A

green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd The opening of his mouth; but suddenly Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush: under which bush's shade A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.

ACT V.

LOVE.

Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears; It is to be all made of faith and service;It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance.

COMEDY OF ERRORS.

ACT II.

MAN'S PREEMINENCE. THERE's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Are their males' subject, and at their controls: Men, more divine, the masters of all these, Lords of the wide world, and wild watery seas, Endued with intellectual sense or souls, Of more preeminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords: Then let

your

will attend on their accords.

PATIENCE EASIER TAUGHT THAN PRACTISED.

Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause; They can be 'neek, that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.

DEFAMATION. I see, the jewel, best enameled, Will loose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, That others touch, yet often touching will Wear gold: and so no man, that hath a name, But falsehood and corruption doth it shame.

JEALOUSY.

Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects,

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