7 That fools should be so deep-contemplative; An hour by his dial.-O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a courtier; And says, if ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,— Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage,—he hath strange places cramm'd In mangled forms. A TENDER PETITION. But whate'er you are, That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church ; If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear, THE SEVEN AGES. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; INGRATITUDE. A SONG. Blow, blow, thou wintry wind, Thou art not so unkind‡ As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly; Then, heigh, ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: * Violent. Trite, common. + Unnatural. Though thou the waters warp, As friends remember'd* not. Heigh, ho sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: OLIVER'S DESCRIPTION OF HIS DANGER WHEN SLEEPING. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, A lioness with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch, When that sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. LOVE. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of faith and service : It is to be all made of fantasy, · All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, *Remembering. COMEDY OF ERRORS. MAN'S PRE-EMINENCE. There's nothing, situate under Heaven's eye, LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. ON STUDY. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is to know naught but fame; And every godfather can give a name. A MERRY MAN. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, SELF-DENIAL. Brave conquerors!-for so you are, O! And I, forsooth, in love? I, that have been love's A very beadle to a humorous sigh; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; [whip: |