Both on one fampler, fitting on one cushion;
Both warbling of one fong, both in one key;
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorp'rate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, feeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries, moulded on one ftem;
So with two seeming bodies, but one heart:
Two of the firft, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
And will you rend our ancient love afunder,
To join with men in fcorning your poor friend!
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly;
Our fex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 3. Sc. 1,
I was too young that time to value her;
But now I know her: if she be a traitor,
Why fo am I we still have slept together,
Rofe at an inftant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
And wherefoe'er we went, like Juno's fwans,
Still we went coupled and infeparable.
As You Like It, A. 1. Sc. 3.
If lufty Love fhould go in queft of beauty,
Where fhould he find it fairer than in Blanch?
If zealous Love should go in fearch of virtue,
Where fhould he find it purer than in Blanch ?
If Love ambitious fought a match of birth,
Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch ?
Sch as fhe is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
Is the young Dauphin, every way complete.
King John, A. 2. Sc. 1.
FICKLENESS OF THE VULGAR.
An habitation giddy and unfure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many! with what loud applaufe
Did't thou beat heaven with bleffing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou would't have him be!
And now, being trimm'd up in thy own defires,
Thou, beaftly feeder, art fo full of him,
That thou provok'ft thyself to cast him up.
Henry IV. Part II. A. 2. Sc. 6:
FLATTERY.
Thefe crouchings, and thefe lowly curtefies,
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and firft decree
Into the lane of children. Be not fond
To think that Cæfar bears fuch rebel blood,
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, fweet words,
Low crooked curt'fies, and bafe fpaniel fawning.
Thy brother, by decree, is banished:
If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I fpurn thee, like a cur, out of my way.
Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without cause
Will he be fatisfied.
Julius Cæfar, A. 3. Sc. i.
-Such fmiling rogues as thefe,
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords in twain,
Too intrinficate t'unloofe; foothe every paffion
That in the nature of their lords rebels;
Bring oil to 'fire, fnow to their colder moods,
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters;
Knowing nought, like dogs, but following.
King Lear, A. 2. Sc. z;
FLOWERY BANK.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lip and the nodding violet grows,
O'er-canopy'd with lufcious wood-bine,
With fweet mufk-rofes, and with eglantine:
There fleeps Titania, fome time of the night,
Lull'd in thefe flowers with dances and delight:
And there the fnake throws her enamel'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, Sc. 1.
FONDNESS OF A MOTHER:
If thou that bid'ft me be content, wert grim,
F
Ugly, and fland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleafing blots, and fightlefs ftains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, fwart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content;
For then I fhould not love thee: no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deferve a crown.
But thou art fair, and, at thy birth, dear boy!
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great.
Of Nature's gifts thou may'ft with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown rofe.
King John, A 3. Sc. 1.
A FOOL'S LIBERTY OF SPEECH.
-I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please; for fo fools have:
And they that are moft gauled with my folly,
They most muft laugh: And why, Sir, muft they fo?
The why is plain, as way to parish-church:
He whom a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he fmart,
Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd,
Even by the fquandering glances of a fool.
Inveft me in my motley, give me leave
To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th'infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
As You Like It. A. 2. Sc. 5.
FOP DESCRIB E D.
But, I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathlefs and faint, leaning upon my fword;
Came there a certain Lord, neat, trimly drefs'd;
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new-reap'd,
Shew'd like a ftubble land at harveft-home:
He was perfumed like a milliner ;
And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nofe, (and took't away again;
Who therewit
Took it in fnuiì
gry, when it next came there,
And ftill he fmil'd and talk'd:
And, as the folders bare dead bodies by,
He call'd them un taught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a flovenly unhandfome corfe
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He queftion'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
My prifoners in your majefty's behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds, being cold,
Out of my grief, and my impatience
To be fo pefter'd with a popinjay,
Anfwer'd neglectingly, I know not what ;
He fhould, or should not: for he made me mad
To fee him fhine fo brifk, and fmell fo fweet,
And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God fave the mark!)
And telling me the fovereign'ft thing on earth
Was parmacety, for an inward bruife;
And that it was great pity, fo it was,
This villainous faltpetre fhould be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and, but for thefe vile guns,
He would himfelf have been a foldier.
Henry IV. Part I. A. 1. Sc. 4.
FORTITUDE.
-Why give you me this fhame?
Think you I can a refolution fetch
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms.
Measure for Measure, A. 3. Sc. 1.
To fay, extremity was the trier of fpirits ;
That common chances, common men could bear ;
That, when the fea was calm, all boats alike
Shew'd maftership in floating.-Fortune's blows
When most struck home, being gentle-wounded, crave
Lies the true proof of men. The fea being smooth,
How many fhallow bauble boats dare fail
Upon her patient breft, making their way
With thofe of nobler bulk?
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon, behold
The ftrong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moift elements
Like Perfeus' horfe: Where's then the faucy boat,
Whose weak, untimber'd fides, but even now,
Co-rivall'd greatnefs? either to harbour filed,
Or made a toaft for Neptune. Even fo
Doth valour's fhew, and valour's worth, divide
In ftorms of fortune. For, in her ray and brightness,
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize
Than by the tyger; but when the splitting winds
Make flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And flies flee under fhade, why then the king of cou rage,
As roufed with rage, with rage doth fympathife,
And, with an accent tun'd in felf-fame key,
Returns to chiding fortune.
Troilus and Creffida, A. 1. Sc. 3.
I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more, is none.
Grieve not, that I am fall'n to this for you:
For herein Fortune fhews herself more kind
Than is her cuftom. It is ftill her ufe
To let the wretched man out-live his wealth,
To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow
An age of poverty; from which ling'ring penance
Of fuch a mifery doth fhe cut me off.
The Merchant of Venice, A. 4. Sc. I.
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