Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

She sat like patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief: was not this love, indeed?

We men may say more, swear more; but, indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace,
As mercy does.

Act 11.

Scene 2.

once,

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit
And He that might the vantage best have took,

Found out the remedy.

Ibid.

O, it is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

Act 11.

But man, proud man !

Drest in a little brief authority;

Scene 2

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence,—like an angry ape,—
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep.

Ibid.

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Ibid.

The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Act III.

Scene 1.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot:

This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts

Imagine howling!-'tis too horrible!

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise

But my kisses bring again, bring again,

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain ! *

Friendship is constant in all other things,

Save in the office and affairs of love.

*This song, slightly varied, with a concluding stanza, is given in Beaumont and Fletcher's play, "The Bloody Brother." Act v., Scene 2. The authorship of the song is doubtful; in all likelihood it was composed by some

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore ;

To one thing constant never.

Sits the wind in that corner ?

Act II.

Scene 3.

Ibid.

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Ibid.

anonymous writer, and merely introduced into both plays. The concluding stanza in Beaumont and Fletcher's play, is thus:

* This expression occurs in the Apocrypha, Book of Ecclesiasticus, chap. xiii. verse 1: "He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith."

Comparisons are odorous.*

Act III.

Scene 5.

When the age is in, the wit is out, Ibid.

O, that he were here to write me down—an ass.

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For there was never yet philosopher,

That could endure the toothach patiently.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.

Earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

* In a recent number of the ATHENAEUM a correspondent says " I have more than once noticed the phrase, comparisons are odorous' assigned to Mrs. Malaprop, and in order to prevent the recurrence of such an error, arising no doubt from the habit of taking authorities on trust, I beg the ATHENEUM to state that the author of the phrase is one Dogberry, and that the phrase occurs in the 5th scene of the 3d Act of Much Ado about Nothing.' At the same time, I may append Mrs. Malaprop's words on the same subject-'No caparisons, if you please, Miss. Caparisons don't become a young