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Suit the Ichion to the Word and the Word to the

Iction; with this special overrance, that you o'erstep not the Modesty of Nature.

Shakespeare.,

. 1816 Published by J Nuwman , do the rest of the Proprietors

Prested by S.Awild, Weybridge, Sony

ELEGANT EXTRACTS.

POETICAL.

BOOK THE THIRD.
DRAMATIC, CHIEFLY FROM SHAKSPEARE.

Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull" 11. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. Our slow designs

Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
SHAKSPEARE. Impossible be strange attempts to those
Advice.

That weigh their pain in sense, and do suppose BE thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy What hath been cannot be. Who ever strove father

To show her merit, that did miss her love? In manners as in shape; thy blood and virtue Character of a noble Courtier, by an old Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness

Cotemporary. Share with thy birth-right. Love all; trust a King. I would I had that corporal soundness few;

now, Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy As when thy father and myself in friendship Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend First tried our soldiership! 'He did look for Under thy own life's key; be check'd for si- Into the service of the time, and was lence

Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long; But never tax'd for speech. What Heaven | But on us both did haggish age steal on, more will,

[down, | And wore us out of act. It much repairs me That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck To talk of your good father. In his youth Fall oa thy head !

He had the wit which I can well observe

To day in our young lords; but they may jest Too ambilious Love.

Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, I am undone; there is no living, none, Ere they can hide their levity in honor: If Bertram be away. It were all one,

So like a courtier, con empt nor bitterness That I should love a bright particular star, Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, And this to wed it, he is so above me! His equal had awak'd them; and his honor, In his bright radiance and collateral light Clock'to itself, knew the true minute when Most I be comforted, not in his sphere, Exception bid him speak; and at that time Th'ambition in my love thus plagues itself : His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below The hind that would be mated by the lion He us'd as creatures of another place, [him Most die for love. Twas pretty tho'a plague, And bow'd his imminent top to their low ranks, To see him every hour; to sit and draw Making them proud of his humility, His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, In their poor praise he humbled; such a man In our heart's table: heart, too capable Might be a copy to these younger times, Of every line and trick of his sweet favor ! Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy But goers backward.

(now Most sanctify his relics.

Would I were with him!-He would always

sayA parasitical vain Coward.

(Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words I know him a notorious liar; | He scatter'd not in ears; but grafted them Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; / To grow there, and to bear) Let me not live' Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

-Thus his good melancholy oft began, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, Look bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft When it was out-'Let me not live,' quoth he, we see

• After my Aame lacks oil; to be the snuff Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses

l'All but new things disdain; whose judge. The Remedy of Evils generally in ourselves.

I
ments are

[stancies Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, • Mere fathers of their garments; whose conWhich we ascribe to Heaven. The fated sky 1. Expire before their fashions'--This he wishid

I, after him, do after him wish too,

I met the raving lion, when he roar'd -Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, With sharp constraint of hunger, better 'twere I quickly were dissolved froin my hive,

That all the miseries which nature owes To give some laborer room.

| Were mine at once. No, coine thou home, Idolatrous Worship.

Rousillon,
Thus Indian like,

Whence honor, but of danger wins a scar,
Religious in mine error, I adore

As oft it loses all. I will be gone : The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,

My being here it is, that holds thee hence. But knows of him no more!

Shall I stay here to do it? No, no, although

The air of Paradise did fan the house,
Mean Instruments often successful. And angels offic'd all: I will be gone;
What I can do, can do no hurt to try, That pitiful rumor may report my flight,
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy, To consolate thine ear.
He that of greatest works is finisher,

Custom of Seducers.
Oft does them by the weakest minister;

As, so you serve us,

roses, So holy writ in babes hath judgement shown, TUL

Till we serve you ; but when you have our When judges have been babes ; great floods You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, have flown

And mock us with our bareness. From simple sources ; and great seas have dry'd,

Chastity. When iniracles have by the greatest been deny'd. | Mine honor's such'a ring: Oft expectation fails, and most oft there

My chastity's the jewel of our house, Where most it promises; and oft it hits | Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits. Which were the greatest obloguy i' th' world Honor due to personal Virtue, not to Birth. In me to lose. Strange is it, that our bloods, (together,

Cowardly Braggart. Whose color, weight, and heat, pour'd out

Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great, Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more: In diff'rences so mighty. If she be

But I will eat, and drink, and sleep as soft All that is virtuous, save what thou dislik'st,

As captain shall : simply the thing I am -A poor physician's daughter, thou dislik'st Shall make me live. Who knows himself a Of virtue for the name,-But do not so

braggart, From lowest place when virtuous things pro

Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, ceed,

That every braggart shall be found an ass. The place is dignified by the doer's deed.

Rust, sword ! cool, blushes! and Parolles, live Where great addition swells, and virtue none, Safest in shame! being fool'd, by fool'ry thrive. It is a dropsied honor; good alone

There's place and means for every man alive. Is good without a name; vileness is so:

The Rashness of youth excused. The property, by what it is, should go,

I beseech your majesty to make it Not by ihe title. She is young, wise, fair; Natural rebellion, done in the blaze of youth, In these, to nature she's immediate heir; When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, And these breed honor: that is honor's scorn, O'erbear it, and burn on. Which challenges itself as honor's born,

What's lost most valued..
And is not like the sire. Honors thrive

Praising what is lost,
When rather from our acts we them derive | Makes the remembrance dear.
Than our fore-goers; the mere word's a slave

Against Delay.
Debauch'd on every tomb, on every grave; | Let's take the instant by the forward top;
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb,

For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
Where dusi and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Th'inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Of honor'd bones indeed.

Steals, ere we can effect them.
Self-accusation of too great Love.

Excuse for unreasonable Dislike.
Poor lord ! is't I

At first
That chase thee from thy country, and expose | I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Those tender limbs of thine to the event Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue :
Of the none-sparing war? And is it I [thou Where the impression of mine eye enfixing,
That drive thee from the sportive court, where Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark | Which warp'd the line of every other favor ;
Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers, Scorned a fair color, or express'd it stolen ;
That ride upon the violent speed of fire, | Extended or contracted all proportions
Fly with false aim ; move the still-piercing air, To a most hideous object: thence it came,
That sings with piercing, do not touch my That she whom all men prais'd, and whom
lord!

myself, Whoever shoots at him, I set him there : Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in my eye Whoever charges on his forward breast, The dust that did offend it. I am the caitiff that do hold him to it:

Impediments stimulate. · And though I kill him not, I am the cause As "all impediments in fancy's course His death was so effected. Better 'twere | Are motives of mere fancy."

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