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Exp el I'd remorse* and nature; who with Sehastian
Where the hee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's hell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the hat's hack, I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
If music he the food of love, play on,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again; it had a dying fall:
NATURAL AFFECTION ALLIED TO LOVE.
O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this deht of love hut to a hrother,
* Pity, or tenderness of heart .
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft,
ESCAPE FROM DANGER.
I saw your hrother, Most provident in peril, hind himself (Courage and hope hoth teaching him the practice) To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea; Where, like Arion on the dolphin's hack, I saw him hold acquaintance with the wave, So long as I could see.
A BEAUTIFUL BOY.
Dear lad, helieve it; For they shall yet helie thy happy years That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth, and ruhious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semhlative a woman's part.
OU. Why, what would you?
Vio. Make me a willow cahin at your gate,
• Cantos, verges. + Echoing.
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,
Come hither, hoy: If ever thou shalt love,
THE WOMAN SHOULD BE YOUNGEST IN LOVE.
Too old, hy heaven; Let still the woman take
CHARACTER O? AN OLD SONG.
Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain:
* Dexterous, ready fiend. + Fair deceiver,
t Lace-maker's. j Simple truth.
i Times uf simplicity.
Come away, come away, death,
Fly away, fly away, hreath:
O, prepare it;
My part of death no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
Not a friend, not a friend greet
Lay me, O, where
She never told her love,
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
* A hawk not well trained.
As fall of lahour as a wise man's art:
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.
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, hut given unsought is hetter.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
LOVE COMMENDED AND CENSURED.
Yet writers say, As in the sweetest hud,
LOVE FROWARD AND DISSEMBLING.
Maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy hahe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humhled, kiss the rod!
• In spite of.