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His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,
THE PRIVILEGE OF AUTHORITY.
Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Hark, how I'll bribe you. Ang. How! bribe me?
(with you. Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share Lucio.
You had marr'd all else. Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested * gold, Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved + souls, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal.
THE POWER OF VIRTUOUS BEAUTY,
Is this her fault, or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I, That lying by the violet, in the sun, Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense [enough, Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils theref? O, fy, fy, fy! What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo ?
* Attested, stamped.
See 2 Kings, X. 27.
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things
LOVE IN A GRAVE SEVERE GOVERNOR.
When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name; And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Could I, with boot*, change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! How often dost thou with thy caset, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming?
FORNICATION AND MURDER EQUALLED.
It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made,
As to put mettle in restrained means,
LOWLINESS OF MIND.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself.
TEMPORAL FAR BETTER THAN ETERNAL DEATH,
Nay, women are frail too. [selves ; Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themWhich are as easy broke as they make forms. Women !-Help heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail : For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints *.
The miserable have no other medicine,
REFLECTIONS ON THE VANITY OF LIFE.
Reason thus with life,If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, (Servile to all the skiey influences), That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool;
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
RESOLUTION FROM A SENSE OF HONOUR.
* Afects, affections.
† Leprous eruptions.
Claud. Death is a fearful thing.
And shamed life a hateful.
THE TERRORS OF DEATH MOST IN APPREHENSION.
0, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain, And six or seven winters more respect