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Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you
Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own
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
PRESENTS LIGHTLY REGARDED BY REAL LOVERS.
How now, fair shepherd?
Your heart is full of something, that does take
To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd
Of happy holding her.
The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
+ Put to difficulties.
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fam'd snow,
'That's bolted* by the northern blasts twice o'er.
A FATHER THE BEST GUEST AT HIS SON'S NUPTIALS.
Methinks, a father
Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest
That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more: 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 bed-rid? and again does nothing,
But what he did being childish?
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,
But fair posterity), should hold some counsel
I was not much afeard: for once or twice,
LOVE CEMENTED BY PROSPERITY, BUT LESSENED BY ADVERSITY.
Prosperity's the very bond of love;
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
*The sieve nsed to separate flour from bran is called a bolting-cloth. Talk over his affairs.
WONDER, PROCEEDING FROM SUDDEN JOY.
THERE was a speech in their dumbness, language 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 you not deem it breath'd? and that those veins Did verily bear blood?
Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in't† As we are mock'd with art.
There is an air comes from her: What fine chizzel 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.
ti. e. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion in it.
+ As if.