PORTIA'S PICTURE. What find I here? [Opening the leaden casket. Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs: But her eyes,How could he see to do them? having made one. Methinks, it should have power to steal both his, And leave itself unfurnish'd. SUCCESSFUL LOVER COMPARED TO A CONQUEROR. Like one of two contending in a prize, That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, Hearing applause, and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or no; So, thrice fair lady, stand I. HIS THOUGHTS TO THE INARTICULATE JOYS OF A CROWD. There is such confusion in my powers, As, after some-oration fairly spoke By a beloved prince, there doth appear Where every something, being blent + together, IMPLACABLE REVENGE. Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I'll have my bond: and therefore speak no more, I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool. *Likeness, portrait, + Blended. To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield THE BOASTING OF YOUTH. I'll hold thee any wager, When we are both accouter'd like young men, And wear my dagger with the braver grace; That men shall swear, I have discontinued school AFFECTATION IN WORDS. O dear discretion, how his words are suited! THE JEW'S REASON FOR REVENGE. *Particular fancy. Cannot contain their urine: For affection*, Of what it likes, or loaths: Now, for your answer; A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd? MERCY. The quality of mercy is not strain'd; Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, FORTUNE. For herein fortune shows herself more kind To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, ACT V. MOONLIGHT. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. * Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins: But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay MUSIC. I am never merry, when I hear sweet music. Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, any air of music touch their ears, Or You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, By the sweet power of music: Therefore, the poet Let no such man be trusted. A small flat dish, 'used in the administration of the Eucharist. A GOOD DEED COMPARED. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. NOTHING GOOD OUT OF SEASON. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, How many things by season season'd are MOONLIGHT NIGHT. This night, methinks, is but the daylight sick, It looks a little paler; 'tis a day, Such as the day is when the sun is hid. A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM. ACT I. A FATHER'S AUTHORITY. TO you your father should be as a god; A RECLUSE LIFE. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, |