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And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night,
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me.

4-i.5. 345 If he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning, I have no judgment in an honest face. 37-iii. 3.


To be In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment’s mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labour won; However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

2-i. 1.

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347 Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. ... The more thou dam'sth it up, the more it burns; The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

• Cantos, verses. I A most beautiful expression for an echo. 8 Knowledge.

h Closest.

Then let me go, and hinder not my course:
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

2-ii. 7.

O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
If'thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved:
Or if thou hast not sat, as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not loved:
Or if thou hast not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.

10-i. 4.

What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed;
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, -though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement,-

love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.


350 That which I shew, Heaven knows, is merely love, Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, Care of your food and living: and, believe it,

For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange

i Trouble,

* Either in discursive thought, or actual deed.

For this one wish, That you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich yourself. 27-iv. 3.


I tell thee, I am mad In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her gait, her voice;

ndlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughman!

26<i. 1.

352 I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.

11-ii. 1. 353

All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test.

1-iv. 1,

354 Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart:Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day For many weary months ... Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? .. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord, With the first glance that ever-Pardon me; If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. I love you now; but not, till now, so uch But I might master it:-in faith, I lie; My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools! Why have I blabb’d? who shall be true to us, When we are so unsecret to ourselves ? But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not; And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; Or that we women had men's privilege Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak The thing I shall repent! See, see, your silence,

Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel.

26-iii. 2.

355 Nay, 'tis true; there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of-I came, saw, and overcame: For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them.


356 Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart.

21-v.5. 357

If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses" were my dear heart-strings,
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune.

I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
For others' uses.

37—iii. 3.

358 True lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature, in love, mortal in folly.

10_ii. 4. 359


Mine eyes

Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had been

vicious, To have mistrusted her.


" A species of hawk; also a term of reproach applied to a wanton.

m Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the fist.

360 What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.


You are my true and honourable wife;
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.

29-ü. 1.


'Tis not to make me jealous, To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous :" Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt; For she had eyes, and chose me: No, I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, – Away at once with love, or jealousy. 37-iii. 3.

363 The truest poetry is the most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, they do feign. 10-iii. 3.

364 Jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love ;-and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away ; These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches.

8-iii, 1.

365 The expedition of my violent love Out-ran the pauser reason.

15-ii. 3.

Which makes fair gifts fairer.

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