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SHAKESPEARE.

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become a man,

16 I am a feather for each wind that blows.
17 Let's take the instant by the forward top:

For we are old, and on our quickest decrecs
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time

Steals ere we can effect them. 18

Come what may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day, 19 Your face, my thane, is as a book where men

May read strange matters. 20

This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice

To our own lips. 21 I dare do all that

may
Who dares do more is none.
22

We fail !
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,

And we'll not fail. 23

Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
24 The labour we delight in physics pain.
25 A falcon towering in her pride of place,

Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. 26 Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once. 27 Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it! 28 Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame,

And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs. 29 The better part of valour is discretion. 30 Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. 31 Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just. 32 True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings :

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. 33 One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. 34 Time hath, my lord, a wallet on his back,

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.

XXIII. BARNFIELD.

ODE.

As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made; Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring: Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone; She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry; Teru, teru, by and by; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon my own. Ah! thought I, thou mourn’st in vain; None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee. Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee : King Pandion, he is dead; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead; All thy fellow-birds do sing, Careless of thy sorrowing ! Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd, Thou and I were both beguil'd. Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind · Faithful hearts are hard to find. Every man will be thy friend, Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend : But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want.

BARNFIELD-CHEVY CHASE.

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If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call ;
And with such-like flattering,

Pity but he were a king,”
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
But, if Fortune once do frown.
Then farewell his great renown
They, that fawned on him before
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need.
If thou sorrow, he will

weep,
If thou wake, he cannot sleep :
Thus, of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part;
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

XXIV. ANONYMOUS.

CHEVY CHASE-A BALLAD,
God prosper long our noble king,

Our lives and safeties all;
A woeful hunting once there did

In Chevy Chase befal.
To hunt the deer with hound and horn.

Earl Percy took his way:
The child may rue that is unborn

The hunting of that day.
The stout Earl of Northumberland

A vow to God did make,
His pleasure in the Scottish woods

Three summer days to take :
The chiefest harts in Chevy Chase

To kill and bear away,
These tidings to Earl Douglas came,

In Scotland where he lay;

Who

sent earl Percy present word,

He would prevent his sport.
The English earl, not fearing this,

Did to the woods resort.
With fifteen hundred bowmen bold,

All chosen men of might,
Who know full well in time of need

To aim their shafts aright.
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,

To chase the fallow deer;
On Monday they began to hunt,

Ere daylight did appear.
And long before high noon they had

An hundred fat bucks slain ;
Then having dined, the drovers went

To rouze them up again.
The bow-men mustered on the hills,

Well able to endure ;
Their bodies all, with special care,

That day were guarded sure.
The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,

The nimble deer to take,
And with their cries the hills and dales

An echo shrill did make.
Lord Percy to the quarry went,

To view the slaughterd deer;
Quoth he, “ Earl Douglas promised

This day to meet me here.
But, if I thought he would not come,

No longer would I stay."
With that a brave young gentleman

Thus to the earl did say:
“Lo yonder doth earl Douglas come,

His men in armour bright;
Full twenty hundred Scottish spears,

All marching in our sight:

CHEVY CHASE.

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All men of pleasant Teviotdale

Fast by the river Tweed.” “ Then cease your sport,” eari Percy said,

“And take your bows with speed. And now with me, my countrymen,

Your courage forth advance, For never was there champion yet

In Scotland or in France,
That ever did on horseback come,

But, if my hap it were,
I durst encounter man for man,

With him to break a spear.”
Earl Douglas on a milk-white steed

Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of the company,

Whose armour shone like gold.
“Show me,” said he,“ whose men you be

That hunt so boldly here
That, without my consent, do chase

And kill my fallow-deer.”
The man that first did answer make,

Was noble Percy he:
Who said, “ We list not to declare

Nor show whose men we be.
Yet will we spend our dearest blood,

Thy chiefest harts to slay
Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,
And thus in rage

did

say,
"Ere thus I will out-braved be,

One of us two shall die;
I know thee well ; an earl thou art-

Lord Percy,-so am I.
But trust me, Percy, pity 'twere,

And great offence to kill
Any of these our harmless men,

For they have done no ill.

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