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We were,

Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all And to the nightingale's complaining notes


(only Tune my distresses, and record my woes. Blind with the pin and web, but theirs, theirs 0, thou that dost inhabit in my breast, That would, unseen, be wicked? Is this noLeave not the mansion so long tenantless;


[nothing ; Lest, growing rụinous, the building fall, Why, then the world, and all that 's in 't, is And leave no memory of what it was; T'hy covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia noRepair me with thy presence, Sylvia :


[nothings, Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain. My wife is nothing : nor nothing have these

If this be nothing. 0 14. THE WINTER'S TALE.


The Silence of Innocence eloquent. Youthful Friendship and Innocence. The silence often of pure innocence fair queen,


Persuades, when speaking fails. Two lads that thought there was no more

Affectionate Child. But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

To see his nobleness ! And to be boy eternal.

(sun, Conceiving the dishonor of his mother, We were as twinn'a lambs, that did frisk i’ th' He straight declin’d, droop’d, took it deeply: And bleat the one at th' other; what we Fastend and fix'd the shame on 't in himself ! chang'd,

Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not And downright languish'd. The doctrine of ill-doing ; nor dream'd, That any did : had we pursued that life,

Child resembling his Father. And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd,

Behold, my lords, With stronger blood we should have answer’ds Although the print be little, the whole matter Heaven

And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip, Boldly—“Not guilty;" the imposition clear’d, The trick of his frown, his forehead: nay the Hereditary ours.


(smiles ; Nature,

The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek ; his How sometimes nature will betray its folly,

The very mould and frame of hand, nail, Its tenderness : and make itself a pastime

finger :

(made it

And thou, good goddess nature, which hast To harder bosoms!

So like to him that got it, if thou hast
Father's Fondness for his Child.

| The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all

colors Leon. "Are you so fond of your young prince No yellow in 't ; lest she suspect, as he does, Do seem to be of ours ?

[as we

Her children not her husband's !
Pol. If at home, Sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter : Hermione pleading her Innocence.
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;

If pow'rs divine
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :

Behold our human actions (as they do),
He makes a July's day short as December :.
And, with his varying childness, cures in me

I doubt not then, but innocence shall make

False accusation blush, and tyranny Thoughts that would thick my blood.

Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know Faithful Service.

(Who will seem least to do so) my past life Cam. In your affairs, my lord,

Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, If ever I were wilful negligent,

As I am now unhappy; which is more It was my folly : if industriously

Than history can pattern, though devis’d, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,

And play'd to take spectators ; for behold Not weighing well the end : if ever fearful

A fellow of the royal bed, which owe [me,To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, Whereof the execution did cry out

The mother to a hopeful prince,-here standAgainst the non-performance, 'twas a fear

ing, Which oft infects the wisest'; these, my lord, To prate and talk of life, and honor, 'fore Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty

Who please to come and hear. For life, I Is never free of.

prize it

(honor, As I weigh grief, which I would spare ; for Jealousy.

'Tis a derivative from me to mine, Is whispering nothing ?

And only that I stand for. I appeal Is leaning cheek to cheek ? is meeting noses ? To your own conscience, Sir, before Polixenes Kissing with inside lip ? stopping the career Came to your court, how I was in your grace, Of laughter with a sigh ? (a note infallible How merited to be so; since he came, Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot ? With what encounter so uncurrent I Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more Have strain'd, to appear thus : if one jot swift?



liv'd, upon

all :

She melted into air.

The bound of honor : or, in act, or will,

An Infant exposed. That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts

Poor wretch, Of all that hear me, and my near’st of kin That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd Cry, fie, upon my grave!

To loss, and what may follow! Weep I canA Wife's Loss of all Things dear, and Con

But my heart bleeds : and most accurs'd am I, tempt of Death.

To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell ! Leo. Look for no less than death.

The day frowns more and more; thou art like Her. Sir, spare your threats ;

to have
The bug, which yoụ would fright me with, 1 A lullaby too rough : I never saw

The heavens so dim by day.
To me can life be no commodity;
The crown and comfort of my life, your favor, Mistress of the Sheep-shearing.
I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,

Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife
But know not how it went. My second joy,
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook ;
I am bárr'd like one infectious : my third Both dame, and servant ; welcom'd all; serv'd

[here, Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,

Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle; Haled out to murther : Myself on every post On his shoulder, and his : her face o' fire [it, Proclaim'd a strumpet ; with immodest hatred, With labor ; and the thing she took to quench The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs She would to each one sip : you are retird, To women of all fashion : lastly, hurried

As if you were a feasted one, and not Here to this place, i' the open air, before The hostess of the meeting. Pray you, bid I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, These unknown friends to us welcome, for it is Tell me what blessings I have here alive,

A way to make us better friends, more known, That I should fear to die; therefore proceed. Come quench your blushes and present your But yet hear this, mistake me not,-no; life, self

[on, I prize it not a straw: but for mine honor,

That which you are, mistress o'the feast: come (Which I would free) if I shall be condemn'd, And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else,

As your good flock shall prosper. But what your jealousies awake; I tell you, 'Tis rigor, and not law.

A Garland for old Men.

Per. Reverend Sirs, An Account of a Ghosts appearing in a For you there's rosemary, and rue : these keep Dream.

Seeming, and savor, all the winter long; I have heard (but not believ'd), the spirits Grace, and remembrance, be unto you both, of the dead

And welcome to our shearing! May walk again : if such thing be, thy mother Per.' Shepherdess, Appear'd to me last night ; for ne'er was dream (A fair one are you) well you fit our ages So like a waking. To me comes a creature, With flowers of winter. Sometimes her head on one side, some another; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,

Nature and Art. So fill’d, and so becoming ; in pure white robes Per. Sir, the year growing ancientLike very sanctity, she did approach

Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth My cabin where I lay : thrice bow'd before me, of trembling winter ; the fairest flowers o' the And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes Became two spouts : the fury spent, anon Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flow'rs, Did this break from her : "Good Antigonus, Which some call nature's bastards : of that Since fate, against thy better disposition,

kind Hath made thy person for the thrower out Our rustic garden 's barren ; and I care no Of my poor babe, according to thine oath ; To get slips of them. Places remote enough are in Bohemia, Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, There weep, and leave it crying : and, for the Do you neglect them ? Is counted lost for ever, Perdita [babe Per. For I have heard it said, [shares I pr’ythee call it : for this ungentle business, There is an art, which, in their piedness, Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see With great creating nature. Thy wife Paulina more, so with shrieks, Pol. Say, there be ;

Affrighted much, Yet nature is made better by no mean, I did in time collect myself, and thought But nature makes that mean : 80, o'er that art, This was so, and no slumber, : Dreams are Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art toys :

That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we Yet, for this once, yea superstitiously, A gentle cyon to the wildest stock; {marry I will be squar'd by this.

And make conceive a bark of baser kind VOL. VI. Nos. 83 & 84.


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By bud of nobler race: This is an art (but

True Love. Which does mend nature-change it rather :

They call him Doricles ; -and he boasts himThe art itself is nature.

To have a worthy feeding : but I have it (self Per. So it is.

[flowers, Upon his own report, and I believe it ; Pol. Then make your garden rich in gilly- He looks like sooth: he says he loves my And do not call them bastards.

daughter; A Garland for a middle aged Man.

I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon

Upon the water, as he 'll stand, and read, Per. I'll not put

As 't were my daughter's eyes : and, to be plain, The dibble in earth, to set one slip of them;

I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, No more than were I painted, I would wish Who loves another best. This youth should say, 'twere well; and only Desire to breed by me.


Presents little regarded by real Lovers. Here's flowers for you ;

Pol. How now, fair shepherd ? Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; Your heart is full of something that does take The marygold that goes to bed with the sun, Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers young, Of middle summer; and, I think, they are And handed love as you do, I was wont To men of middle age,

[given To load my she with knacks : I would have

ransack'd A Garland for Young Men.

The pedler’s silken treasury, and have pour'd it Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your To her acceptance : you have let him go, And only live by gazing.

[flock, And nothing marted with him. If your lass Per. Out, alas !

Interpretation should abuse, and call this You 'd be so lean, that blasts of January Your lack of love, or bounty, you were straited Would blow you through and through. Now, For a reply, at least, if you make care my fairest friend,

Of happy holding her. I would I had some flowers o' the spring, that Flo. Old Sir, I know might

[yours; She prizes not such trifles as those are : Become your time of day; and yours, and The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and That wear upon your virgin-branches yet

lock'd Your maiden-heads growing :-0, Proserpina, Up in my heart ; which I have given already, For the flow'rs now, that, frighted, thou lett'st But not deliver'd. O, hear nie breathe my From Dis's waggon ! daffodils


love, That come before the swallow dares, and take Before this ancient Sir, who, it should seem, The winds of March with beauty, violets, dim, Hath sometime lov'd : I take thy hand; this But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,

hand Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, As soft as dove's down, and as white as it, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow, Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady That's bolted by the northern blast twice o'er. Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds,

Tender Affection. The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack, Were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth To strew him o'er and o'er.

[friend, That ever made eye swerve; had force, and Fol. What like a corse ?


[them, - Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and More than was ever man's I would not prize play on;

Without her love : for her, employ them all ; Not like a corse : or if—not to be buried, Commend them, and condemn them to her But quick and in mine arms.

Or to their own perdition.

[service, A Lover's Commendation. A Father the best Guest at his Son's Nuptials. What you do,


Methinks, a father Still betters what is done. When you speak Is, at the nuptials of his son, a guest [more; I'd have you do it ever : when you sing,

That best becomes the table. Pray you, once I'd have you buy and sell so, so give alms ; Is not your father grown incapable Pray so; and, for the ord'ring your affairs, Of reasonable affairs ? Is he not stupid To sing them too. When you do dance, I With age, and altering rheums ? Can he

speak ? hear ? A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Know man from man ? dispute his own estate ? Nothing but that; move still, still so, Lies he not bed-rid ? and again does nothing, And own no other function : each your doing, But what he did, being childish ? So singular in each particular,

Flo. No, good Sir ! Crowns what you 're doing in the present deeds, He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed, That all your acts are queens.

Than most have of his age.


wish you

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full eye ;

Pol. By my white beard

Widow compared to a Turtle. You offer him, if this be so, a wrong

I an old turtle,

[there Something unfilial : reason, my son, [reason; Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and Should choose himself a wife; but 'as good My mate, that's never to be found again, The father (all whose joy is nothing else Lament till I am lost. But fair posterity) should hold some counsel In such a business.


SHAKSPEARE. Rural Simplicity.

Great Minds respect Truth.. I was not much afeard : for once or twice,

Mes." The nature of bad news infects the I was about to speak : and tell him plainly,

teller. The self-same sun that shines upon his court

fard.—On : Hides not his visage from our cottage, but

Ant. When it concerns the fool or cowLooks on all alike,

Things that are past are done, with me—'tis

thus : Prosperity the Bond, Affliction the Looser, of Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, Love. I hear him as he flatter'd.

(tongue; Prosperity 's the very bond of love, (gether Speak to me home, mince not the general Whose fresh complexion and whose heart to-Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome : Affliction alters.

Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults

(malice Love more rich for what it gives. With such full license, as both truth and Leo. I might have look'd upon my queen's Have pow'r to utter. O, then we bring forth


[told us, Have taken treasure from her lips

When our quick winds lie still, and our ills Pau. And left them

Is as our earing.
More rich, for what they yielded.

Cleopatra's contemptuous Raillery.
A captivating Woman.

Nay, pray you, seek no color for your going,
This is a creature,

But bid farewell, and go : when you sued Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal

staying, Of all professors else ; make proselytes

Then was the time for words : no going thenOf who shę but bid follow.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes ; [poor,

Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so Anguish of Recollection for a lost Friend.

But was a race of heaven: they are so still, Pr’ythee no more; cease; thou know'st, Or thou, the greatest soldier in the world, He dies to me again, when talk'd of : sure,

Art turn'd the greatest liar.
When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches Cleopatra's anxious Tenderness.
Will bring me to consider that, which may
Unfurnish me of reason.

Ant. I'll leave you, lady.

Cleo. Courteous lord, one word.
Effects of Beauty.

Sir, you and I must part—but that's not it :
The blessed gods,

Sir, you and I have lov'd—but there's not it; Purge all infection from our air, whilst you That you know well : something it is I wouldDo climate here !

0, my oblivion is a very Antony, A Statue.

And I am all-forgotten. What was he, that did make it ? See, my Cleopatra's Wishes for Antony on Parting. lord,

[those veins

Your honor calls you hence; Would you not deem it breath'd ? and that Therefore be deaf to my unpity'd folly, Did verily bear blood ?

And all the gods go with you! Upon your Masterly done :

The very life seems warm upon her lip. Sit laureld victory! and smooth success
The fixture of her eye has motion in 't, Be strew'd before your feet !
As we were mock'd with art.
Still, methinks,

Antony's Vices and Virtues.

[chisel There is an air comes from her :What fine Lep. I must not think

[ness Could ever yet cut breath ?—Let no man mock There are evils enough to darken all his goodFor I will kiss her.

::: [me, His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven,

More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, Afliction to a penitent Mind pleasing.

Rather than purchas'd ; what he cannot change, Pau. I am sorry, Sir, I have thus far stirr'd Than what he chooses. But I could afflict you further. [you: Cæs. You are too indulgent. Let us grant Leo. Do, Paulina ;

it is not For this affliction has a taste as sweet Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy; As any cordial comfort.

To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit

And keep the turn of tippling with a slave; Say, “ The firm Roman to great Egypt sends To reel the streets at noon, and stand the This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot, buffet

[becomes him, To mend the petty present, I will piece With knaves that smell of sweat : say, this Her opulent throne with kingdoms : all the (As his composure must be rare indeed,


(nodded, Whom these things cannot blemish) yet must Say thou, shall call her mistress.” So he Antony

And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed, No way excuse his foils, when we do bear Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have So great weight in his lightness. "If he fill'd Was beastly dumb’d by him.

[spoke His vacancy with his voluptuousness,

Cleo. What, was he sad, or merry ? Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones, Ale. Like to the time o' th year, between Call on him for 't : but to confound such time, the extremes That drums him from his sport, and speaks as of hot and cold; he was nor sad or merry. loud

Cleo. O well-divided disposition !-Note As his own state and ours—'tis to be chid


[note him, As we rate boys, who, being mature in know- Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but ledge,

(sure, He was not sad; for he would shine on those Pawn their experience to their present plea- That make their looks by his ; he was not And so rebel to judgment.

merry ;


Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance Antony,

[once In Egypt with his joy : but between both : Leave thy lascivious wassels. When thou O heavenly mingle !-Be’st thou sad or merry, Wert beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st The violence of either thee becomes; Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel So does it no man else., Did famine follow ; whom thou fought'st against,


The Vanity of human Wishes. Though daintily brought up, with patience Pom. If the great gods be just, they shall Than savages could suffer : Thou didst drink The deeds of justest men.

(assist The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle Men. Know, worthy Pompey, Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate That what they do delay, they not deny. then did deign,

Pom. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, The roughest berry on the rudest hedge ; The thing we sue for.

[decays Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture Men. We, ignorant of ourselves, (pow'rs sheets,

[Alps, Beg often our own harms, which the wise The barks of trees thou browsed’st : on the Deny us for our good ; so find we profit, It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, By losing of our prayers. Which some did die to look on : and all this (It wounds thine honor that I speak it now)

Description of Cleopatra's Sailing down the Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek.

Cydnus. So much as lank'd not.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,

Burnd on the water : the poop was beaten Cleopatra on the absence of Antony.

Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that (gold, O Charmian,

[sits he? The winds were love-sick with them: th' oars Where think'st thou he is now ? stands he ? or were silver :

[made Or does he walk ? or is he on his horse ? Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! The water which they beat, to follow faster, Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou As amorous of their strokes. For her own mov'st?

It beggar'd all description : she did lie (person, The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue), And burgonet of man. He's speaking now, O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see Or murmuring, “Where's my serpent of old The fancy out-work nature. On each side her For so he calls me; now I feed myself [Nile ?" Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling CuWith most delicious poison : think on me

pids, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black; With divers-color'd fans, whose wind did seem And wrinkled deep in time ! Broad-fronted To glow the delicate cheeks which they did Cæsar, And what they undid, did.

[cool, When thou wast here above the ground, I was Agr. O rare for Antony ! A morsel for a monarch; and great Pompey Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my So many mermaids, tended her i' th' eyes, brow;

And made their bends adornings. At the There would he anchor his aspect, and die

helm, With looking on his life.

A seeming mermaid steers; the 'silken tackle

Swell with the touches of those flow'r-soft Antony's Love and Dissipation.

hands Ave Good friend, quöth he;

That yarely frame the office. From the barge

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