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If we are mark'd to die, we

To do our country lofs; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater fhare of honour.
God's will! I pray thee wifh not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous of gold;

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my defires:
But if it be a fin to covet honour,

I am the most offending foul alive.

No, 'faith, my Lord, with not a man from England :
God's peace, I would not lofe fo great an honour,
As one man more, methinks, would fhare from me,
For the best hopes I have. Don't with one more:
Rather proclaim it (Weftmoreland) through my hoff,
That he which hath no ftomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his paffport fhall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purfe:
We would not die in that man's company,
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feaft of Crifpian:
He that outlives this day, and comes fafe home,
Will ftand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And roufe him at the name of Crifpian:
He that outlives this day, and fees old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feaft his neighbours,
And fay, To-morrow is Saint Crifpian:
Then will he ftrip his fleeve, and fhew his fcars.
Old men forget; yet fhall not all forget,
But they'll remember, with advantages,

The feats they did that day. Then fhall our names,
Familiar in their mouth as houfhold words,
Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'fter,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This ftory fhall the good man teach his fon:
And Crifpin Crifpian fhall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers:
For he to-day that fheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother; be he e'er fo vile,
This day fhall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,

Shall

Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any fpeaks,
That fought with us upon St. Crifpian's day.

The WORLD compared to a STAG E.. [SHAKESPEARE.]

A

LL the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts:
His acts being feven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:

And then, the whining fchool-boy with his satchel,,
And fhining morning face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to fchool. And then, the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his Miftrefs' eyebrow. Then, a foldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble reputation.

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the juftice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,"
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,
And fo he plays his part. The fixth age fhifts
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon,

With fpectacles on's nofe, and pouch on's fide;
His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,,
Turning again toward childifh treble, pipes,
And whiftles in his found. Laft fcene of all,.
That ends this ftrange eventful hiftory,.
Is fecond childifhnefs, and mere oblivion,.
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing..

HONOUR ought to be conferred on MERIT only..

[SHAKESPEARE.]

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To cozen Fortune, and be honourable Without the ftamp of merit? Let none prefume.. To wear an undeferved dignity

O, that eftates, degrees and offices,

Were not deriv'd corruptly; that clear honour

Were

Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
How many then fhou'd cover, that stand bare?
How many be commanded, that command?
How much low peafantry wou'd then be glean'd
From the true feed of honour? How much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnished ?

MERCY.

[SHAKESPEARE.],

HE quality of mercy is not ftrain'd;

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice bleffed;
It bleffeth him that gives, and him that takes,
'Tis mightieft in the mightieft; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown :
His fceptre fhews the force of temporal pow'r,
The attribute to awe and majefty, 212 de
Wherein doth fit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above the fcepter'd fway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then fhew likeft God's,
When mercy seasons juftice.▬▬▬▬▬

TESS.

MUSIC.

'M

[SHAKESPEARE.]

LOR. never merry when I hear fweet mufic.
I'M
The reafon is, your fpirits are attentive,
For do but note a wild and wanton herd,

Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,

Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
(Which is the hot condition of their blood)
If they perchance but hear a trumpet found,
Or any air of mufic touch their ears,

You fhall perceive them make a mutual ftand ;
Their favage eyes turn'd to a modeft gaze,

By the fweet power of mufic. Therefore the poet,
Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, ftones and floods;
Since nought fo ftockifh, hard an full of rage,
But mufic for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath not mufic in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of fweet founds,
Is fit for treafons, ftratagems and spoils;
The motions of his fpirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no fuch man'be trufted.

The

The POWER of IMAGINATION.

[SHAKESPEARE.]

HE lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

TH

Are of imagination all compact;

One fees more devils than vaft hell can hold;

This is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in the brow of Egypt.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heav'n to earth, from earth to heav'n,
And, as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to fhape, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

DESCRIPTION of a MAN fwimming afhore. [SHAKESPEARE.]

I

Saw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, Whofe enmity he flung afide, and breafted

The furge molt fwol'n that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd

Himfelf with his good arms in lufty ftrokes

To th' fhore, that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd
As ftooping to relieve him; I not doubt

He came alive to land..

The VANITY of HUMAN NATURE.

[SHAKESPEARE.]

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I foretold you) were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And like the bafelefs fabric of this vifion,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, fhall diffolve:
And, like this unfubftantial pageant, faded,
Leave not a wreck behind.

CONCEALED LOVE.

[SHAKESPEARE]

HE never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,

Feed on her damask cheek; the pin'd in thought;

And,

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She fat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

A BEAUTIFUL PERSON petitioning in vain. [SHAKESPEARE.]

AYE, aye; and the hath offer'd to the doom,

(Which unrevers'd ftands in effectual force,) A fea of melting pearl, which fome call tears: Thofe at her father's churlifh feet the tender'd, With them, upon her knees, her humble self, Wringing her hands, whofe whitenefs fo became them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad fighs, deep groans, nor filver-fhedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompaffionate fire.

DESCRIPTION of CLEOPATRA's failing down. the CYDNUS. [SHAKESPEARE.]

T

HE barge the fat in, like a burnifh'd throne,
Burnt on the water; the poop was beaten gold,
Purple the fails, and fo perfumed, that

The winds were love-fick with them: th' oars were filver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept ftroke, and made
The water, which they beat, to
follow fafter,
As amorous of their ftrokes. For her own perfon,
It beggar'd all defcription; fhe did lie

In her pavilion, cloth of gold, of tifsue,
O'er-picturing that Venus, where we fee

The fancy out-work nature. On each fide her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks, which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.

Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids,

So many mermaids, tended her i'th' eyes,
And made their bends adorings. At the helm,
A feeming mermaid fteers; the filken tackles
Swell with the touches of thofe flow'r-foft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A ftrange invifible perfume hits the fenfe
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city caft
Her people out upon her; and Anthony

Enthron'd

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