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Suit the Action to the Word and the Word to the
o'erstep 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.
E thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father
In manners as in shape; thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness Share with thy birth-right. Love all; trust a few;
Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key; be check'd for silence
But never tax'd for speech. What Heaven more will, [down, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck Fall on thy head!
Too ambitious Love.
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
Impossible be strange attempts to those
King. I would I had that corporal soundness
As when thy father and myself in friendship
Would I were with him!-He would always
(Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words He scatter'd not in ears; but grafted them To grow there, and to bear) Let me not live' -Thus his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was out-Let me not live,' quoth he, ' After my flame lacks oil; to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judge[stancies Mere fathers of their garments; whose conExpire before their fashions'-This he wish'd o o
From simple sources; and great seas have dry'd, When miracles have by the greatest been deny'd. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits. Honor due to personal Virtue, not to Birth. Strange is it, that our bloods, [together, Whose color, weight, and heat, pour'd out Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off In diff'rences so mighty. If she be
All that is virtuous, save what thou dislik'st, -A poor physician's daughter, thou dislik'st Of virtue for the name,-But do not soFrom lowest place when virtuous things pro
The place is dignified by the doer's deed.
Self-accusation of too great Love.
Whoever shoots at him, I set him there:
I met the raving lion, when he roar'd
Whence honor, but of danger wins a scar,
My being here it is, that holds thee hence.
To consolate thine ear.
Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, "Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more: But I will eat, and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass,
What's lost most valued.
Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals, ere we can effect them.
Excuse for unreasonable Dislike.
Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in my eye
As "all impediments in fancy's course