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Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
CHARACTER OF AN OLD SONG.
Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain; The spinster and the knitters in the sun,
And the free maids, that weave their thread with
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Come away, come away, death,
My part of death no one so true
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown;
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
+ Simple truth. + Times of simplicity.
THIS fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And, like the haggard*, check at every feather
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
Two Gentlemen of Verona.
LOVE COMMENDED AND CENSURED.
YET writers say, As in the sweetest bud,
And writers say, As the most forward bud
* A hawk not well trained.
+ In spite of.
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
LOVE FROWARD AND DISSEMBLING.
Maids, in modesty, say No, to that
Which they would have the profferer construe, Aye.
ADVANTAGE OF TRAVELLING.
He cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world:
LOVE COMPARED TO AN APRIL DAY.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
HUMOROUS DESCRIPTION OF A MAN IN LOVE.
MARRY, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to
* Under a regimen.
speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas *. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.
AN ACCOMPLISHED YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
His years but young, but his experience old;
CONTEMPT OF LOVE PUNISHED.
I have done penance for contemning love; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
LOVE COMPARED TO A WAXEN IMAGE.
For now my love is thaw'd;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
LOVE INCREASED BY ATTEMPTS TO SUPPRESS IT.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays,
A FAITHFUL AND CONSTANT LOVER.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
PRESENTS PREVAIL WITH WOMAN.
WIN her with gifts, if she respect not words;
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.