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HOUNDS. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So few'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, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.
THE POWER OF IMAGINATION. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compactt: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaAnd, as imagination bodies forth
(ven; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
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 To greet me with premeditated welcomes; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
* The flews are the large chaps of a hound.
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
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,
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 loy'st ; And I will fit thee with the remedy.
* Once for all.
I know, we shall have revelling to-night;
FRIENDSHIP IN LOVE.
MERIT ALWAYS MODEST.
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 can. not 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.
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.