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A LOVER'S BANISHMENT. And why not death, rather than living torment? To die, is to be banished from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self; a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale ; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon.
BEAUTY PETITIONING IN VAIN.
LOVE COMPARED TO A FIGURE ON ICE.
THREE THINGS IN MAN DISLIKED BY FEMALES.
THE POWER OF POETRY WITH FEMALES.
Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity :For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
THE POWER OF ACTION.
At that time I made her weep a-good*,
A LOVER IN SOLITUDE.
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;
What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? 0, 'tis the curse in love, and still approvd*, When women cannot love where they're belov’d.
INFIDELITY IN A FRIEND. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake. The private wound is deepest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven, nor earth.
INCONSTANCY IN MAN.
O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect: but that one error Fills him with faults.
* Felt, experienced.
We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill doing, no, nor dream'd That any did: Had we pursu'd that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours*.
FONDNESS OF A FATHER FOR HIS CHILD.
Leon. Are you so fond of your young prince as we
If at home, sir,
* Setting aside original sin.
Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty): horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind With the pin and web *, but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villany itself forswear't.
KNOWLEDGE SOMETIMES HURTFUL.
There may be in the cup A spidert steep'd, and one may drink; depart, And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge Is not infected: but if one present The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts f.
* Disorders of the eye.