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To a most hideous object: Thence it came,
AS YOU LIKE IT.
MODESTY AND COURAGE IN YOUTH
I BESEECH you, punish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shame that was never gracious; is killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
We still have slept together,
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. ROSALIND PROPOSING' TO WEAP MEN'S CLOTHES,
Were it not better, Because tliat I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points iike a man? A gallant curtle-ax* upon my thigh, A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,) We'll have a swashingt and a martial outside,
* Cutlass. + Swaggering
As many other manish cowards have,
ADVANTAGES OF ADVERSITY Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of 'the winter's wind; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venemous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
REFLECTIONS ON THE WOUNDED STAG.
Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
1 Lord. Indeed, my lord,
* Barbed arrows
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, f.
But what said Jaques?
i Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes.
GRATITUDE IN AN OLD SERVANT.
I'll do the service of a younger man
DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER.
Good-morrow, fool, quoth 1: No, sir, quoth he,
Duke S. What fool is this?
The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat.
After a voyage,--he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents .n mangled forms.
A FOOL'S LIBERTY OF SPEECH. I must have liberty Withall, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: And they that are most galled with my folly, They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? The why is plain as way to parish church: He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
APOLOGY FOR SATIRE Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, Till that the very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, When that I say, The city-woman bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? Who can come in, and say, that I mean her, When such a one as she, such is her neighbour? Or what is he of basest function, That says his bravery* is not on my cost, Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There then ; How, what then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him: if he be free, Why then, my taxing
like a wild goose flies, Unclaim'd of any man.
But whate'er you are,