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I never spent an hour's talk withal:
HUMOROUS DESCRIPTION OF LOVE.
0!And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been
love's whip; A very
beadle to a humorous sigh: A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! This wimpled*, wining, purblind, wayward boy; This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Dread prince of placketst, king of codpieces, Sole imperator and great general Of trotting paritors I.-O my little heart :And I to be a corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a repairing: ever out of frame;
* Hooded, veiled.
+ Petticoats. I The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations.
And never going aright, being a watch,
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument), Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain’d, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is:
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is:]
If broken then, it is no fault of mine; If by me broke, what fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise?
On a day, alack the day!)
Do not call it sin in me,
THE POWER OF LOVE.
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world;
JEST AND JESTER.
Your task shall be With all the fierce* endeavour of your wit To enforce the pained impotent to smile. [death?
Biron, To move wild laughter in the throat of It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
, When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl,
· And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
Joan doth keel the pot.
MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
VIRTUE GIVEN TO BE EXERTED.
HEAVEN doth with us, as we with torches do;
+ Wild applek.