Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now, o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, [A bell rings. Shakspeare CCXLV. ROMEO IN THE GARDEN. UT, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? BUT, It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious: Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady: O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 't is not to me she speaks: What if her eyes were there, they in her head? That I might touch that cheek! She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Shakspeare. CCXLVI. POLONIUS TO LAERTES. Y blessing with you! MY And these few precepts in thy memory, Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar : Bear it, that the opposed may beware of thee. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are most select and generous chief in that. For loan oft loses both itself and friend; Shakspeare. CCXLVII. WOLSEY, ON BEING CAST OFF BY THE KING. NAY, then, farewell! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! good easy man, full surely And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! More pangs Shakspeare. C CCXLVII. WOLSEY TO CROMWELL. ROMWELL, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention say, I taught thee, Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fallest, O Cromwell, Thou fallest a blessed martyr! And- Prithee, lead me in: Serve the king; There, take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 't is the king's; my robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Shakspeare. CCXLIX. GRIFFITH'S DESCRIPTION OF CARDINAL WOLSEY. MEN'S evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now? This Cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashioned to much honor. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one: Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading ; Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not, But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer; And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely; ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he raised in you, Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good he did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heaped happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And to add greater honors to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God. Shakspeare. |