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Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart; but, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puffad and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own read. Laer.
Oh, fear me not
Pol. Yet here, Laertes ! aboard, aboard, for shame, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are staid for: There—my blessing with
you; [Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man: And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell ; my blessing season this in thee!
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
ROBERT SOUTHWELL. 1560–1595.
Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights,
EDWARD VERE, EARL OF OXFORD.
FANCY AND DESIRE.
When wert thou born, Desire ? In pride and pomp
of May. By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot? By fond
conceit, men say. Tell me who was thy nurse? Fresh youth, in su
gard joy. What was thy meat and daily food? Sad sighs with
great annoy: What hadst thou then to drink? Unsavoury lover's
tears. What cradle wert thou rock'd in? In hope devoid
of fears. What lull’d thee, then, asleep? Sweet sleep, which
likes me best. Tell me where is thy dwelling-place? In gentle
hearts I rest.
What thing doth please thee most? To gaze on
beauty still. What dost thou think to be thy foe? Disdain of my
good-will. Doth company displease? Yes, surely, many one. Where doth Desire delight to live? He loves to
live alone. Doth either Time or Age bring him into decay? No, no, Desire both lives and dies a thousand times
a day. Then, fond Desire, farewell! thou art no mate for
I should, methinks, be loth to dwell with such a one
CHRISTOPHER MARLOW E. 1562–1593.
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.
COME live with me and be my love,
And we will sit upon the rocks,
And I will make thee beds of roses,
A gown made of the finest wool,
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing,