As motion and long during action tires
The finewy vigour of the traveller.

When would you, my liege-or you—or you—
In leaden contemplation, have found out
Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes
Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with?
Other flow arts entirely keep the brain;
And therefore finding barren practifers,
Scarce fhew a harvest of their heavy toii;
But love, firft learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courfes as fwift as thought in every pow'r;
And gives to every pow'r a double pow'r,
Above their functions and their offices:
It adds a precious feeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ears will hear the lowest found,
When the fufpicious head of theft is stopt;
Love's feeling is more foft and fenfible
Than are the tender horns of cockled fnails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus grofs in tafte:
For valour, is not love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hefperides?
Subtle as Sphinx;. as fweet and musical

As bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair;
And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durft poet touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs;
O then his eyes would ravifh favage ears,
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eves this doctrine Í derive:
They fparkle ftill the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That fhew, contain, and nourifli all the world;
Elfe, none at all in aught proves excellent.

Wife Men greatest Fools in Love.

Ri. None are fo furely caught, when they are
catch'd,

As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wifdom hatch'd,
Hath wifdom's warrant, and the help of fchool;
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
Rof. The blood of youth burns not with fuch
As gravity's revolt to wantonnefs. [excefs

Mar. Folly in fools bears not fo ftrange a note,
As foolery in the wife, when wit doth dote :
Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
To prove, by wit, worth in fimplicity.

Keenness of Women's Tongues.

The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invifible,

Cutting a fmaller hair than may be feen; Above the fenfe of fenfe: fo fenfible Seemeth their conference; their conceit hath wings Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought,fwifter things.

Ladies mafked and unmasked. Fair ladies malk'd are rofes in the bud: Difinask'd, their damafk fweet commixture fhewn, Are angels vailing clouds, or rufes blown.

A Lord Chamberlain or Gentleman Uber. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peafe; And utters it again, when God doth please: He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares At wakes, and waffels, meetings, markets, fairs; And we that fell by grofs, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show, This gallant pins the wenches on his flceve; Had he been Adam he had tempted Eve: He can carve too, and lifp; Why, this is he, That kifs'd his hand away in courtesy; This is the ape of form, Monfieur the nice, That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice In honourable terms; nay, he can fing A mean most meanly; and, in ufhering, Mend him who can: the ladies call him Sweet; The ftairs, as he treads on them, kifs his feet: This is the flower that fmiles on every one, To thew his teeth as white as whales bone: And confciences, that will not die in debt, Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet!

See, where it comes!-Behaviour, what wert thou Till this mad man fhew'd thee? and what art thou now?

Elegant Compliment to a Lady.

Your wit makes wife things foolish: when we greet
My gentle fweet,
With eyes beft feeing Heaven's fiery cyc,
By light we lofe light: your capacity
Is of that nature, as to your huge ftore
Wife things feem foolish, and rich things but poor.
Humble Zeal to please.

That sport beft pleases, that doth least know how
Where zeal ftrives to content, and the contents
Die in the zeal of that which it presents,
Their form confounded makes most form in mirths
When great things labouring perith in their birth,
The Effects of Love.

For your fair fakes have we neglected time,
Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies,
Hath much deform'd us, fathioning our humoure
Even to the oppofed end of our intents:
And what in us hath feem'd ridiculous-
As love is full of unbefitting strains,
All wanton as a child, fkipping and vain ;*
Form'd by the eye, and therefore, like the eye,
Full of ftrange fhapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in fubjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance:
Which party-colour'd prefence of loofe love,
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have mifbecoma'd our oaths and gravities,
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults
Suggested us to make: therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makos
Is likewite yours.

When the will play with reafon and difcourse, And well fhe can perfuade.

Retired Life.

My holy Sir, none better knows than you How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd;" And held in idle price to haunt affemblies, Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. Licentioufnefs the Confequence of unexecuted Laws.

We have strict ftatutes, and moft biting laws, (The needful bits and curbs to headstrong fteeds) Which for thefe nineteen years we have let fleep; Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's fight For terror, not for ufe; in time the rod Becomes more mock'd than fear'd: fo our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themfelves are dead; And liberty plucks juftice by the nofe; The baby beats the uurfe, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

Pardon the Sanction of Wickedness. For we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permiffive pass, And not the punishment.

A fevere faint-like Governor.

Lord Angelo is precife; Stands at a guard with envy; fcarce confeffes That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than ftone: hence thall we fec, If pow'r change purpofe, what our feemers be. A Virgin addreft.

Hail, virgin, if you be; as thofe check-rofes Proclaim you are no less!

Whom I would fave, had a moft noble father.
Let but your honour know

(Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue)
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time coher'd with place, or place with wifhing,
Or that the refolute acting of your blood
Could have attain'd th' effect of your own purpose;
Whether you had not fome time in your life
Err'd in this point, which now you cenfure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.

Angelo. "Tis one thing to be tempted, Efcalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny,
The jury, paffing on the prifoner's life,
May, in the fworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try: what's open made
To juftice, that juftice feizes. What know the laws
That thieves do pafs on thieves? "Tis very preg-

nant;

The jewel that we find, we ftoop, and take it,
Because we fee it; but what we do not see,
We tread upon, and never think of it.
You may not fo extenuate his offence,

For I have had fuch faults, but rather tell me,
When I that cenfure him do so offend,
Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come in partial.

Mercy frequently mistaken.

Mercy is not itfelf, that oft looks fo;
Pardon is ftill the nurfe of fecond woe.

Not to be too hafty in Actions irremediable,
Under your good correction, I have feen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Bad Actions already condemned, the Actors to be punished.

Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done:
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Mine were the very cypher of a function,
To fine the faults whofe fine ftands in record
And let go by the actor.

Mercy in Governors recommended.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The martial's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half fo good a grace,
As mercy does. If he had been as you,
And you as he, you would have flipt like him;
But he, like you, would not have been fo ttern.
The Duty of mutual Forgiveness.
-Alas! alas!
Why, all the fouls that were, were forfeit once.
And he, that might the 'vantage bust have took,

you:

Who is it that hath died for this offence?
There's many have committed it.

Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it
hath flept:

These many had not dar'd to do that evil,
If the first man that did th' edi&t infringe
Had anfwer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake;
Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glafs, that fhews what future evils
(Either now, or by remiffnefs new conceiv'd,
And fo in progrefs to be hatch'd and born)
Are now to have no fucceffive degrees,
But, where they live, to end.

Fufiice.

Ifab. Yet fhew fome pity.

Ang. I fhew it moft of all, when I fhew juftice; For then I pity thofe I do not know, Which a difmifs'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that, anfwering one foul wrong,

Lives not to act another.

The Abuse of Authority.

O, it is excellent

To have a giant's ftrength! but it is tyrannous To ufe it like a giant.

Great Men's Abuse of Power.
Could great men thunder,
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
For every pelting, petty officer, [thunder.
Would ufe his heaven for thunder; nothing but
Merciful Heaven!

Thou rather with thy fharp and fulphurous bolt
Split'ft the unwedgable and gnarled oak,
Than the foft myrtle. But man, proud man!
Dreft in a little brief authority,

Moft ignorant of what he's moft affur'd,
His glafly effence-like an angry ape,
Plays fuch fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep; who, with our fpleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.

The Privilege of Authority.

We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jeft with faints: 'tis wit in them; But, in the lefs, foul profanation. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the foldier is flat blafphemy. Consciousness of our own Faults jhould make us merciful.

Ang. Why do you put thefe fayings upon me? Ifab. Becaufe authority, tho' it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

That ikims the vive o' th' top: go to your bafom;

Knock there; and ask your heart what it doth know,
That's like my brother's fault: if it confefs
A natural guiltinefs, fuch as is his,
Let it not found a thought upon your tongue
Against my brother's life.
Honeft Bribery.
[turn back.
Ifab. Hark how I'll bribe you! Good my Lord,
Ang. How bribe me?

Ifab. Not with fond fhekels of the tefted gold,
Or ftones whofe rates are either rich or poor
As fancy values them; but with true prayers,
That fhall be up at heaven, and enter there,
Ere fun-rife: prayers from preferved fouls,
From fafting maids, whofe minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

The Power of virtuous Beauty. Ifab. Save your honour! [Exit Ifab. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !What's this? What's this? Is this her fault, or

mine?

The tempter or the tempted; who fins most ha!
Not the; nor doth fhe tempt: but it is I,
That, lying by the violet, in the fun,
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flow'r,
Corrupt with virtuous feafon. Can it be
That modefty may more betray our fenfe,
Than woman's lightnefs? Having waste ground
Shall we defire to raze the fanctuary, [enough,
And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!
What doft thou, or what art thou, Angelo?
Doft thou defire her foully, for thofe things
That make her good? Olet her brother live:
Thieyes for their robbery have authority,
When judges fteal themfelves. What! do I love her,
That I defire to hear her speak again,
And feaft upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?
Oh cunning enemy, that, to catch a faint,
With faints doft bait thy hook! Most dangerous
Is that temptation, that does goad us on
To fin in loving virtue: never could the ftrumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,
Once ftir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite.

True Repentance.

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry?
Jul. I do; and bear the thame moft patiently.
Duke. I'll teach
you how you fhall arraiga

your confcience,

And try your penitence, if it be found, Or hollowly put on.

Jul. I'll gladly learn.

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Jul. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. Duke. So then, it feems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed? Jul. Mutually.

fhis.

Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than Jul. I do confefs it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet fo, daughter: but-left you

do repent

As that the fin hath brought you to this shame, Which forrow is always toward ourselves, not

Heaven;