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LIFE CHEQUERED. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
A COWARDLY BRAGGART.
Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, "Twould burst at this: Captain, I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall: simply the thing. I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, That every braggart shall be found an ass. Rust, sword! cool, blushes! and, Parolles live, Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! There's place, and means, for every man alive.
Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them.
To a most hideous object: Thence it came,
AS YOU LIKE IT.
MODESTY AND COURAGE IN YOUTH.
I BESEECH you, punish me not with your
hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny
so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
We still have slept together,
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
Were it not better,
* Cutlass. + Swaggering.
As many other manish cowards have,
ACT II. SOLITUDE PREFERRED TO A COURT LIFE, AND THE
ADVANTAGES OF ADVERSITY. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and
say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venemous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing
REFLECTIONS ON THE WOUNDED STAG.
1 Lord. Indeed, my lord,
* Barbed arrows.
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans,
But what said Jaques?
1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor deer, quoth he, thou makost a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much: Then, being alone, Left and abandon’d of his velvet friends; 'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part The flux of company; Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you
look Upon that
poor and broken bankrupt there?
GRATITUDE IN AN OLD SERVANT.
But do not so: I have five hundred crowns,
I'll do the service of a younger man
DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER.
Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, sir, quoth he,
Tis but an hour ago since it was nine;
Duke S. What fool is this?
tier; And says if ladies be but young, and fair, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit * The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured