My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me, Description of Ferdinand's swimming ashore. I saw him beat the surges under him, 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt, pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how Ferdinand There be some sports are painful: but their Satire on Utopian Forms of Government. [be And makes my labors pleasures: O, she is All things in common nature should produce, forth Weeps when she sees me work: and says, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd such baseness Had ne'er such executor. I forget; But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my Most busy-less when I do it. [labors, Admir'd Miranda ! Indeed, the top of admiration : worth their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd thro' Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, ['em Which enter'd their frail skins: at last I left What's dearest to the world! full many a lady I' th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, I have eyed with best regard; and many a time There dancing up to the chins. The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage [tues Brought my too diligent ears; for several virHave I lik'd several women: never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she own'd, And put it to the foil: but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best. Guilty Conscience. [it: O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper. It did bass my trespass. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits. Continence before Marriage. Pros. If thou dost break her virgin-knot, All sanctimonious ceremonies may [before With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate,| Sour-eyed disdain, and discord shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, That you shall hate it both; therefore, take As Hymen's lamps shall light you. Vanity of Human Nature. [heed, Fine Sentiment of Humanity on Repentance. His brother, and yours, abide all three distract- work 'em, That, if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, Sir, were I human. Tho' with their high wrongs I am struck to the Fairies and Magic. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Pros. Our revels now are ended: these our By moon-shine do the green sour ringlets actors (As I foretold you) were all spirits, and Drunkards enchanted by Ariel. make, [pastime Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters tho' ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt the strong-bas'd promontory [up Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd Ariel. I told you, Sir, they were red hot The pine and cedar: graves at my command with drinking; So full of valor, that they smote the air bor; Have wak'd their sleepers; oped and let them By my so potent art. [forth Senses returning. The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, If music be the food of love, play on, "Tis not so sweet now as it was before. Description of Sebastian's Escape. I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself [practice) Outward Appearance a Token of inward There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; And, though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. A beautiful Boy. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, Beauty. "Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Character of a noble Gentleman. Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant, And, in dimension, and the shape of nature, Oliv. Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house: Write royal cantos of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night, Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. Serious Music most agreeable to Lovers. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night: More than light airs and recollected terms Methought it did relieve my passion much; Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. True Love. Duke. Come hither, boy, if ever thou shalt In the sweet pangs of it remember me: [love, For such as I am, all true lovers are : Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune? Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is thron'd. Character of an old Song. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain : Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, A thousand, thousand sighs to save, Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, Concealed Love. Duke. There is no woman's sides heart So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Vio. Ay, but I know Duke. What dost thou know? [may owe; Duke. And what's her history? [love, Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love: The Advantages of Travel. Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me Whereon this month I have been hammering, § 13. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VE- And perfected by the swift course of time. RONA. SHAKSPEARE. The Advantages of Travel, &c. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Even as I would, when I to love begin. [adieu! Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, Love compared to an April Day. An accomplished young Gentleman. Contempt of Love punished. I have done penance for contemning love: Love commended and dispraised. Val. And writers, say, as the most forward For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. Love compar'd to a waxen Image. Opposition to Love increases it. Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she that hath love's wings to fly; And when the flight is made to one so dear, Of such divine perfection, as Sir Protheus. Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make [my soul's food? return. Jul. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are Pity the dearth that I have pined in, By longing for that food so long a time. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's But qualify the fire's extreme rage, [hot fire; Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns: [stones, The current, that with gentle murmur glides, A beautiful Person petitioning (in vain). tears: Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe: But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that: And manage it against despairing thoughts. Love compared to a Figure on Ice. This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice, which, with an hour's heat, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. The Power of Poetry with Women. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write, till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity :For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; [stones, Whose golded touch could soften steel and Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Song. Who is Sylvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? The heavens such grace did lend her, For beauty lives with kindness: To help him of his blindness; That Sylvia is excelling; Jul. And so, good rest. True Love. Thyself hast lov'd: and I have heard thee No grief did ever come so near thy heart, [say, As when thy lady and thy true love died, Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. Beauty neglected and lost. But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face. A Lover in Solitude. How use doth breed a habit in a man 1 This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. |