This can be no trick: the conference was sadly borne.* -They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems her affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love *Seriously carried on. come from her; they say, too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.-I did never think to marry:— I must not seem proud :-happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness: and virtuous;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me;-by my troth, it is no addition to her wit;-nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage :-but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Here comes Beatrice: by this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her. FAVOURITES COMPARED TO HONEYSUCKLES. Bid her steal into the pleached bower, A VILLAIN TO BE NOTED. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. COUNSEL OF NO WEIGHT IN MISERY. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, 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 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. WOMAN'S TONGUE. Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? E THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE. For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich: What is the jay more precious than the lark, Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? Fie, fie THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. unknit that threatening, unkind brow, A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Appeareth. |