LABO U R.

-Weariness

Can fnore upon the flint, when refty floth

Finds the down pillow hard.

Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 7.

LOV E.

O that her hand!

In whofe comparison all whites are ink,
Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of fenfe

Hard as the palm of ploughman!

Troilus and Creffida, A. 1. Sc. 1.

MISTRESS.

-She is my own;

And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty feas, if all their fand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Sc. 4.

MOONLIGHT.

Sit, Jeffica: look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patterns of bright gold!
There's not the fmalleft orb, which thou behold'ft,
But in his motion like an angel fings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims;
Such harmony is in immortal sounds!

But

But whilft this muddy vefture of decay
Doth grofsly close us in, we cannot hear it.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 5. Sc. 1.

MORTALITY.

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances ;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being feven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;

And then the whining school-boy with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistrefs' eye-brow. Then a foldier;
Full of ftrange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel ;
Seeking the bubble reputation,

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the juftice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin❜d,
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern instances;
And fo he plays his part. The fixth age fhifts
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hose well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,

D

;

Turning

Turning again toward childish' treble, pipes
And whiftles in his found. Laft fcene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.
As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 5.

I'm never merry, when I hear fweet mufic.
The reason is, your spirits are attentive;
For do but note a wild and wanton herd,
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
(Which is the hot condition of their blood):
If they perchance but hear a trumpet sound,
Or any air of mufic touch their ears,

You fhall perceive them make a mutual ftand;,
Their favage eyes turn'd to a modeft gaze,
By the sweet power of mufic. Therefore the poet
`Did feign that Orpheus. drew trees, stones, and floods;
Since nought fo ftockish, hard, and full of rage,
But mufic for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath no mufic in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, ftratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his fpirits are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus :

Let no fuch man be trusted..

The Merchant of Venice, A. 5. Sc. 1.

If

If mufic be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it; that, furfeiting,
The appetite may ficken, and fo die.
That strain again ;-it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing, and giving odour ! ·

I faw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
The whilft his iron did on the anvil cool,
With open mouth swallowing a taylor's news;
Who, with his fhears and measure in his hand,
Standing on flippers, which his nimble haste
Had falfely thrust upon contrary feet,
Told of a many thousand warlike French,
That were embattled and rank'd in Kent.
Another lean unwafh'd artificer

Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death,

King John, A. 4. Sc. 24

OPPORTUNITY.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in fhallows, and in miferies.

On fuch a full fea are we now afloat;

And we must take the current when it ferves,

Or lofe our ventures.

Julius Cafar, A. 4. Sc. 3.

OLD AG E.

-It is as common to Old Age

To caft beyond itself in its opinions,
As it is common for the younger fort

To lack difcretion.

Hamlet, A. 2, Sc. 1.

ORDE R.

-O, when degree is shak'd,

Which is the ladder to all high defigns,

The enterprize is fick !

Troilus and Creffida, A. 1. Sc.

PERSEVERANCE.

For Time is like a fashionable hoft,

3.

That flightly shakes his parting gueft by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd as he would fly, Grafps in the comer: Welcome ever smiles,

And Farewell goes out fighing.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 3. Sc. 3.

PERSONAL VIRTUE.

That is honour's fcorn,

Which challenges itself as honour's born,

And is not like the fire, Honours beft thrive,

When