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Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in
silence still ;
his mouse ;
to ravel all this matter out.
I well believe, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; And so far will I trust thee.
Ay, so you serve us, Till we serve you : but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
list his songs ; Or lose your heart; or your
chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.
The shepherd's homely curds,
Ah, what a life were this! how sweet, how lovely!
By my christendom!
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Suppose, that you have seen, The well-appointed King at Hampton pier Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet With silken streamers the
Phæbus fanning, Play with
fancies ; and in them behold,
Do but think,
I saw your brother,
O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd.
Silence is only commendable
innocence Persuades, when speaking fails.
'Tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters. No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes : What king so strong, Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue ? For slander lives upon succession ; For ever housed, where it gets possession.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou
So viperous slander Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison'd shot,-may miss our name, And hit the woundless air.
The best way is, to slander Valentine
I'll devise some honest slanders
What have I done, that thou dar’st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me?
I see, the jewel, best enamelled,
She hath abated me of half
my Look'd black upon me; Struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like upon the very heart.
Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong?d him : if it do him right, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Unclaim'd of any man.