SONG. 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; Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, CONCEALED LOVE. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, like the haggard, check at every feather A hawk not well trained. As full of labour as a wise man's art: UNSOUGHT LOVE. Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I love thee so, that, maugre* all thy pride, Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause: But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. ACT I. LOVE COMMENDED AND CENSURED. YET writers say, As in the sweetest bud, And writers say, As the most forward bud LOVE FROWARD AND DISSEMBLING. Maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, Aye. *In spite of. ADVANTAGE OF TRAVELLING. He cannot be a perfect man, Not being try'd and tutor❜d in the world: And perfected by the swift course of time. LOVE COMPARED TO AN APRIL DAY. O, how this spring of love resembleth ACT II. 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 red-breast; 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 speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas t. 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; *Under a regimen. + Allhallowmas. He is complete in feature, and in mind, 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 sor row O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord; Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth! 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, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. burns; The current, that with gentle murmur glides, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, * Closest. He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays, And make a pastime of each weary step, A FAITHFUL AND CONSTANT LOVER. 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. ACT III. PRESENTS PREVAIL WITH WOMAN. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. A LOVER'S BANISHMENT. And why not death, rather than living torment? To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self; a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. *Trouble. |