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I would I had some flowers o' the spring, that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours;
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing :-O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall
From Dis's* waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er.

What you do,
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,
I'd have


do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own No other function: Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.


He says, he loves my daughter: I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon

* Pluto.

Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose,
Who loves another best.


Pol. How now, fair shepherd ? Your heart is full of something, that does take Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was And handed love, as you do, I was wont (young, To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd The pedlar's silken treasury, and have pour'd it To her acceptance: you have let him go, And nothing marted* with him: if your lass Interpretation should abuse; and call this Your lack of love, or bounty: you were straitedt For a reply, at least, if you make a care Of happy holding her. Flo.

Old sir, I know She prizes not such trifles as these are: The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have giyen already, But not deliver'd.—0, hear me breathe


life Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem, Hath some time lov’d: I take thy hand; this hand, As soft as dove's down, and as white as it; Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow, That’s bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er. A FATHER THE BEST GUEST AT HIS SON'S NUPTIALS.

Pot. Methinks, a father Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more: * Bought, trafficked.

+ Put to difficulties. # The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting-cloth.

Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? hear?
Know man from man? dispute his own estate* ?
Lies he not bedrid ? and again does nothing,
But what he did being childish?

No, good sir:
He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,
Than most have of his age.

By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial: Reason, my son, Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason, The father (all whose joy is nothing else But fair posterity,) should hold some counsel In such a business.


I was not much afeard: for once, or twice,
I was about to speak; and tell him plainly,
The selfsame

that shines

Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike.

his court,


ADVERSITY. Prosperity's the very bond of love; Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.


WONDER PROCEEDING FROM SUDDEN JOY. There was speech in their dumbness, language

* Talk over his affairs.

in their very gesture: they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: A notable passion of wonder appeared in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance* were joy, or sorrow: but in the extremity of the one, it must ' needs be.


What was he, that did make it?-See, my lord, Would


not deem, it breath'd ? and that those Did verily bear blood ?

[veins Pol.

Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip.

Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in'tt, As we are mock'd with art. Still, methinks There is an air comes from her; What fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her.

A WIDOW COMPARED TO A TURTLE. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost.

• The thing imported. tie. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion in it.

As if.


Historical plays.




Good den*, sir Richard, --God-a-mercy, fellon ;-
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter:
For new-made honour doth forget men's names ;
'Tis too respective t, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller,
He and his tooth-pick at my worship’s mess;
And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
My picked man of countriesg : My dear sir,
(Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin),
I shall beseech youThat is question now:
And then comes answer like an ABC-book|l:
O sir, says answer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir :-
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours:
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
* Good evening.

+ Respectable.
if Carter of condition.

§ My traveled fop.

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