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Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
A SCORNFUL AND SATYRICAL BEAUTY.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprising* what they look on; and her wit Values itself so highly, that to her All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection, She is so self-endeared. I never yet saw man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, But she would spell him backward: if fair-fac'd; She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister; If black, why, nature, drawing of an antic, Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance ill-headed; If low, an agate very vilely cut: If speaking, why, a vane blown with all wind : If silent, why, a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out; And never gives to truth and virtue, that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
DISSIMULATION. O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Comes not that blood as modest evidence, To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, All you
that see her, that she were a maid, By these exterior shows? But she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious* bed:
Griev'd I, I had but one?
INNOCENCE DISCOVERED BY THE COUNTENANCE.
I have mark'd
RESOLUTION. I know not: If they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, * Lascivious. + Disposition of things.
Nor age so eat up my invention,
bad life reft me so much of friends,
THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY
For it so falls out,
of his soul, Than when she liv'd indeed.
But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it.
COUNSEL OF NO WEIGHT IN MISERY.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, * While. + Overrate, # By.
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
SATIRE ON THE STOIC PHILOSOPHERS. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
Hold you content: What man! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, That lie and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all.
VILLAIN TO BE NOTED.
Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes;
The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray. ,
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
HOUNDS. Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee Adonis painted by a running brook: (straight