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My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd *, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls, SI in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never bolla’d to, nor cheer'd with horn.
THE POWER OF IMAGINATION.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
SIMPLICITY AND DUTY.
For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.
Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg’d, And duty in his service perishing.
MODEST DUTY ALWAYS ACCEPTABLE.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
* The flews are the large chaps of a hound.
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon ;
All with weary task fordone *.
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves, all gaping wide,
PEACE INSPIRES LOVE.
BUT now. I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, That know love's grief by his complexion ! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader
than the flood ? The fairest grant is the necessity: Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once *, thou lov'st ; And I will fit thee with the remedy.
* Once for all.
I know, we shall have revelling to-night;
FRIENDSHIP IN LOVE. FRIENDSHIP is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood *.
MERIT ALWAYS MODEST.
It is the witness still of excellency,
BENEDICT THE BACHELOR'S RECANTATION. This can be no trick: The conference was sadly bornet.—They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections have their full bent. Love me! why it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.-I did never think to marry:-I must not seem proud:—Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say, the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness: and virtuous;—'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me:
:- By my troth, it is no addition to her wit; nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage :-But doth not the appe* Passion.
† Seriously carried on.
tite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.- Here comes Beatrice: By this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.
FAVOURITES COMPARED TO HONEYSUCKLES. Bıp her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen’d by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter;-like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it.
A SCORNFUL AND SATYRICAL BEAUTY. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprising * what they look on; and her wit Values itself so highly, that to her All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection, She is so self-endeared. I never yet saw man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd But she would spell him backward : if fair-faced, She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister; If black, why, nature, drawing of an àntic, Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance ill-headed; If low, an agate very vilely cut: If speaking, why, a vane blown with all wind : If silent, why a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out; And never gives to truth and virtue, that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.