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O, WHAT authority and show of truth
Comes not that blood as modest evidence,
To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
A FATHER LAMENTING HIS DAUGHTER'S INFAMY.
Griev'd I, I had but one?
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame†?
INNOCENCE DISCOVERED BY THE COUNTENANCE. I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions start Into her face; a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire, To burn the errors that these princes hold Against her maiden truth.
+ Disposition of things.
I know not: If they speak but truth of her,
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS.
For it so falls out,
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
And every lonely organ of her life
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
But manhood is melted into courtesies §, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it.
* While. + Over-rate.
COUNSEL OF NO WEIGHT IN MISERY.
I PRAY thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
But there is no such man: For, brother, men
To be so moral, when he shall endure
SATIRE ON THE STOIC PHILOSOPHERS.
I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and blood;
Hold you content: What, man! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all.
VILLAIN TO BE NOTED.
Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him.
The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.
Taming of the Shrew.
THY hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook:
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
THINK you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
A MAD WEDDING.
WHEN the priest
Should ask-if Katherine should be his wife,
The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff,
Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again?
He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he; as if
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony.