A Lover's Banishment. And why not death, rather than living torment ? To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self; a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Exept I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale ; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. Beauty petitioning in vain. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, (Which unreversed, stands in effectual force), A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd ; With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe; But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire. Норе. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing thoughts. Love compared to a Figure on Ice. This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. * Cut. Three Things in Man disliked by Females. The best way is to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Three things that women highly hold in hate. The Power of Poetry with Females. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity : For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; ACT IV. The power of Action. At that time I made her weep-a-good,* ACT V. A Lover in Solitude. How use doth breed a habit in a man! And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, * In good earnest. Tune my distresses, and record* my woes. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Whoshould be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry I must never trust thee more, Repentance. Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is not of heaven nor earth.. Inconstancy in Man. O heaven! were man But constant, he was perfect: that one error Fills him with faults. WINTER'S TALE. АСТ І. Youthful Innocence. fair queen, WE were, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, * Sing. Felt, experienced. But such a day to-morrow as to day, And to be a boy eternal. We were as twinn'd lambs, and did frisk i' the sun, Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, Fondness of a Father for his Child. Pol. Jealousy. Is whispering nothing? [we Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these no If this be nothing. Regicides detestable. To do this deed, [things, Promotion follows; if I could find example ACT II. Knowledge sometimes hurtful. There may be in the cup A spider* steep'd, and one may drink; depart, The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Eloquence of silent Innocence. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. Exposing an Infant. Come on, poor babe : Some powerful spirits instruct the kites and ravens, ACT III. Innocence. Innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. Spiders were deemed poisonous in our author's time. + Heavings. |