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Suit the Action to the Word and the Word to the
oerstep not the Modesty of Nature.
Published by Mawman, & the rest of the Proprietors
Printed by S.Hamilton, Weybridge, Surry
DRAMATIC, CHIEFLY FROM SHAKSPEARE.
Gives us free scope; only doth backward pullTM
§ 1. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
I am undone; there is no living, none, If Bertram be away. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me! In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere, Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. Twas pretty tho' a plague, To see him every hour; to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, In our heart's table: heart, too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favor! But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics.
A parasitical vain Coward.
I know him a notorious liar; Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Impossible be strange attempts to those
To show her merit, that did miss her love?
King. I would I had that corporal soundness
As when thy father and myself in friendship