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Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church :
If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear,
The Seven Ages of Man.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier;
Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts
And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion :
Ingratitude. A Song.
Blow, blow, thou winter 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:
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot:
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh, ho! sing heigh ho! etc.
A Shepherd's Philosophy.
I know the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends :-That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep: and that a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; That he, that hath learned no wit by
nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
Character of an Honest and Simple Shepherd.
Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm ;† and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
Humorous Description of a Lover.
A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not :-(but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue):- -Then your hose should be ungartered, your net unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and everything about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man: you are rather point-device in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other.
Real Passion Dissembled.
Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish boy :-yet he talks well;But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. It is a pretty youth :-not very pretty :— But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him. He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
*The want of good breeding.
† Content with my own misfortunes.
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differ
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet
He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black;
Jaques' Description of Melancholy.
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice ;* nor the lover's, which is all these.
Marriage alters the Temper.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous * Assumed, feigned.
of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry.
Oliver's Exposure to Danger whilst Sleeping. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, And high top bald with dry antiquity,
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
prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
Humorous Epilogue spoken by Rosalind.
It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue: but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that "good wine needs no bush," 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue: Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a