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ELEGANT EXTRACTS,

POETICAL.

BOOK THE THIRD*

DRAMATIC, Chiefly From SHAKSPEARE.

f i. ALLs WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

Shakspeare.

Advice.

TIE thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father, In manners as in ihape; thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness Share with thy birth-right. Love all; trust a few;

Do wrong to none J be able for thine enemy Rather in power than ulc; and keep thy friend Under thv own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech. What Heaven more will [down, Tliat thee may furnish, and my praycis pluck Fall on thy head I

Too ambitious Love. I am undone; there is no living, none, If Bertram be away. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me I In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, tho' a plague, To fee him every hour { to sit and draw His arched brows, his.hawking eye, his curls, In our heart's table: heart, too capable Of eveiy. line aud trick of his sweet favour I But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics.

A parasitical, "vain Coward. I know him a notorious liar \ Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these six'd evils sit so sit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft we fee

Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

The Remedy os Evils generally in ourselves. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we alcnoe~toTTcaVTi7"~The fated sky IwlisTrerltop£";~orfly-"doth backward pull Our flow designs, when we ourselves are dull. Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their pain in sense, and do suppose What hath been cannot be. Whoeverstrove To shew her merit, that did miss her love?

CbaraSer of a noble Courtier, by an old i Cotemforary.

King. I would I had that corporal soundness
now,

As when thy father and myself in friendship
First tried our soldiership! He did loiW.t far
Into the service of the time, and was
Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long;
But on us both did haggish age steal on,
And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
To talk of your good father. In his youth
He had the wit which I can well observe
To-day in »ur young Lords; but they may jest
Till their own scorn return to them unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour:
So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness
Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
JTis equal had awak'd them: and his honour,
[Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exception bid him speak; and at that time
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below
He us'd as creatures of another place, [him
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
Making them proud of his humility.
Un their poor praise he humbled: such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times,
Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them
But goers backward. [now
Would I were with him !—He would always
fay-

(Mcrhmks I hear him now,) his, plavjsive words
Na He

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