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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.
Prested by S.Awild, Weybridge, Sony
BOOK THE THIRD.
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.
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.
[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.
Whence honor, but of danger wins a scar,
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,
Custom of Seducers.
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..
Praising what is lost,
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
Steals, ere we can effect them.
Excuse for unreasonable Dislike.
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."